24 year old Kenya Abdi was living a drama free life. She was very independent, had her own apartment, her own car, and loved working as a precessional hairstylist.
Kenya barely had female friends, but she did have the coolest guy best friend ever...
I had to wake up early as fuck because I had a lot of clients today. People always booked me and I knew it was because I was the best at what I did. Period.
After I took my shower did my hygiene I applied a little bit of makeup to my face, making it look as natural as possible. I threw on a simple outfit (outfit in mm) and grabbed my orange Chanel bag.
I grabbed my keys from my island table and hopped in mu Mercedes. When I walked into Cut Creators I nearly got knocked over by Maquees's annoying ass
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He hugged me like his life depended on it. "Babyyyyy !" He sang. I couldn't help but to laugh. Marquees was only 20 years old. When Que met him about 3 years ago, he was going through a lot. Both of his parents died in a car accident and he didn't have any other family that he could run to. He honestly was ready to give up on life until Que started to help him out.
Que made sure he was on his school shit, paid for all his senior dues, paid for his graduation and prom outfit, and made sure he had a place to sleep at. Soon he taught Marquees how to cut hair and put him on the team. Que was almost like the big brother he never had.
Ever since he met me, he had this little crush on me. He knew it would never go down because he was 4 years younger than me and I don't do guys younger than me, it was just cute though.
I got my station ready setting up everything I needed. I let out a big sigh. "Time to slay these hoes !" I shouted making some people laugh.
3:38 PM
"Annnnd I'm done." I said to the client sitting on the chair. Of course I did a couple of finishing touches. "Oh my god, I'm in love !" She squealed. She ran her fingers through her natural hair. I cut her hair into a blunt bob and dyed it.
"Glad you love it girl." After she admired her hair and paid, she left. I took a seat waiting for my last client. Everybody was fooling around until Que walked in with his everyday resting bitch face. Even though he was young he did have a lot of power, and he wasn't the one to play with. Everybody in the shop respected him. "What's up boss ?" Was all I heard throughout the room.
"How many clients you have left ?" Que said while taking a seat next to me. "Well Good afternoon to you too." I laughed.
Que was one of those boys that always dressed flashy, even if he was going across the street. He wore plain grey T-shirt, light off-white jean jacket, light ripped jeans, and grey yeezy 750's. He had on a diamond chain that says God in arabic, diamond earrings on each ear, and a gold rolex. You'll never catch him looking bummy.
He sighed in annoyance. "Good afternoon Ms. Kenya, How's your day going so far ? How are you feeling ? Good ? Oh okay. Now how many clients you have left ?" He asked again making me bust out laughing. he was such an asshole. "Just one more and she should be coming any second now."
