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"I am sorry to inform you Miss Fletcher, we have decided to give madame Mercedes B. Adams, the building that you both have asked for, as she is the most experienced in your department. We can find you another building, if you would like to-" I smashed my house phone down onto the hook.
"Brittany! They gave that fuckin' building away!" I said, feeling my cheeks start to burn.
"What?! To who?" She asked me as she tilted her head slightly to the left.
And just like that, Mercedes called herself walking into the doors of my shop.
Since we had started our own business at this building next to Mercy's, it's been blowing up. And she was definitely competition, but we could knock her ass out the ballpark if we kept going.
And she couldn't stand either of us, especially my ass.
But I don't give a fuck, cause I hate that bitch too.
"Who else did you think was gonna get it?" She flipped her dark brown hair over her shoulder.
"Bitch, I should beat yo' fuckin' face in. What did you do? Pay him? You knew they were giving that building to me," I rolled my eyes.
"Careful, honey. They were giving it to me. This is my area. And you two already knew that when y'all got here. Just go out of business, or move. It'll be easier for y'all," She squinted her eyes in a furtive manner.
"You know what? I'm 'bout to put my fuckin' hands on you g," I said, pulling my earrings out and stepping closer to Mercy.
But, I was interrupted by a tall brownskin man, stepping between us.
"Mercy, cut it out wit' yo' overgrown ass." He said, looking at her.
"Go to hell, Markeyvius. Oh, I'll be back. And when I am, you're gonna wish you listened to me. Who knows? Maybe, you can come and work with the professionals," She winked at me before walking out the door.
"I'm sorry. That's my boss, as you can see, she not to happy 'bout some competition," He shrugged softly.
"Well, you better get that old bitch before I fuckin' knock her head off her shoulders. Anyways, who the hell are you?" I asked, glaring at him.
"Markeyvius. But, call me Key," He held out his hand.
"Braxton. I ain't tellin' you my last name. But, nice to meet you I guess," I shook his hand hesitantly.
"What's with the attitude?" He chuckled, revealing all his diamonds inside of his mouth.
"I don't trust people who work with her," I stated.
