Agent00 Oneshots

His stylist

" 200? I thought it was 150?"

You looked at the clueless client of yours, that wasn't a newbie. They knew your prices and still acted oblivious to it. You didn't understand why you even kept them as a client at this point.

" It's on my site, sales are final, and you acted like you knew this before you sat in my chair." You tried to sound as professional as possible.

The short chubby woman that went by Peaches, looked at you with the most screwed up look as though she wanted to pounce on you.

" Well, I only have 150-

" I'll tell you what. You pay me my money that you owe for doing these small ass box braids for ten hours, or I call the police?"

Peaches knew not to try you. She rolled her eyes, took out the money and even added a tip.

" It was nice doing business with you." You smiled.

She said something under her breath, but of course you weren't a person who was moved by words alot so you chose to ignore it.

For the past three years, you relied on hairstyling for one of your incomes. It paid some of the bills and helped when it came to wanting to save and put towards things that you wanted instead of always needing.

It was a good opportunity for you in the Atlanta area. Your prices were very affordable, so you didn't understand why people always tried you on that when you were the only person in the local area that was cheaper.

Some said you should open up your own shop, but you were good with being in your own home. A shop right now, wasnt in your budget at that moment.

Your phone has been bothering you for a while now. For the past week even. Unfortunately, you knew who the person was and refused to talk to them.

You looked at your caller ID as the person decided let me just blow up her phone, that way- she CANT ignore me! You were as stubborn as they came.

Once Agent got wind that you weren't picking up his calls, he took it upon himself and let himself in your home where he almost caught a bat to the face.

You didn't care how long you knew Agent, you didn't like people walking in your home whenever they felt like it.

" How'd you get in here?!"

" I used a key! Youve been ignoring me for two weeks."

You curled your lip downward, removing the hair products off of your table. Agent waited for an answer, as though he didn't have a hint on why you've been distant.

" Don't sit there and act like you give a fuck Agent. You made me lose two of my biggest clients that could've gotten me off the ground."

Just a couple of weeks ago, you were to have your fingers in the heads of two major NFL players. You had everything booked and prepared.

Agent had something important to do and managed to pull that rug from up under you by not showing up to his original appointment and his rescheduled one. You lost both potential clients and it almost sickened you that you could've had your own shop by then.