Justice, moves across the country with her boss Jessie, they're moving the hair salon to a new location for better days and new opportunities... read to find out😉
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The salon was more active than usual, we saw our regulars as well as some new comers. Jessie must've made a good impression on people in the club and she must've picked out the girls with the worst hair. Because they all looked like they hadn't touched their heads in years.
Jessie gave me the day off but I couldn't resist not to help. By the time we got our first rush out, Iesha and I were about to go on my lunch break till one of our regulars walked in. Angela fell in love with the salon as soon as we opened.
Our first impression was like a scene out of a movie. The woman struts with her head high, her skin glistens when it glows and she dresses glamours like a movie star. Jessie has the privilege of taking care of Angela's natural long healthy hair. I'll admit, I'm jealous, I wish she was my client instead.
This morning was different, I could tell before she stepped foot in the salon something was off. She wasn't wearing her regular confident mug, instead she held her head down with depression in her eyes.
"Good afternoon Angela" Heywood sung opening the door for her.
She walked past sniffing her nose. "Hey Heywood" her tone was dry, she didn't stop till she reached Jessie's chair and sat.
"Well hello Missy, are we not on speaking terms today" Jessie playfully spoke in a sarcastic tone looking at Angela through the mirror from behind her.
"Hey girl, I'm not in the mood today" Angela said direct in a harsh tone.
Jessie looked to me stunned and I shrugged. "Oh ok, what do you want today" Jessie spoke calming.
"Cut it off" she said stern.
Jessie creased her brows instantly looking between Iesha, Heywood and I. "Do you mean a trim" I questioned.
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Angela darted her dangerously hooded, brown eyes at me flaring her nostrils. Her eyes were darker than usual and her stare was intense. "No! Did I stutter" she raised her voice. "I want it Toni Braxton short" she yelled raucously.
Jessie clenched the chain around her neck and tightened her grip on the back of Angela's chair. The sound of Heywood's feminine gasp was the only sound I heard as everyone stayed quiet out of shock.
"If you don't cut it, I'll cut it my damn self" Angela didn't hesitate after her bold statement. She reached for Jessie's silver scissors on her marbled desk. "Oh No" Iesha shrieked.
I gasped as Jessie grabbed Angela's hand stopping her from chopping her hair. Angela's hand held the sharp scissors inches away from her precious hair, luckily Jessie stopped her in time. "Okay, I'll cut it" Jessie's words trembled breathlessly.
