Barbie || Beynika

🤍01: Harmless Prank🤍

Onika
August 22nd
Atlanta, Georgia

I walked into the building, the tight top I had on practically eating on my sides. I adjusted the hands on it, flipping my wig away from my face as I walked over to the front desk.

The girl there looked a little too young to work as a receptionist, but what do I care.

"Hello," I said as i got no reply. "Uh, good morning. Bitch if you don't-"

"Goodmorning," She finally replied with an eye role as I clinched my jaw. It took every bit of 4 year home training I got from my dead mother not to punch her in the face. "What's your name?," She asked me, flipping through some files. Yesterday Danica called me telling me to get a fake name for this so I used the first name I could up with..

"Barbie."

"Y-your name is Barbie?."

"Yea. Barbie Rachel Montgomery," I smiled lying through my teeth.

"Barbie Rachel Montgomery?."

"That's my name, don't wear it out," I said face palming instantly realising how much if a 45 year old man I sounded like.

"Ok Barbie. Do you have an appointment?."

"I think I do." Danica put Robyn in charge of getting me an appointment and her ass always seems to forget anything so I had no idea. The receptionist, without a name tag, checked some things on her computer before getting back to me.

"No you do not." Titi. I swear I'm gonna kill her.

"What the- ok, what do I have to do to get in. Must I have an appointment?."

"Yes you must. But, there is something else I can do for you."

"And what is that," I said, hands on my hip.

"Call the owner for you. But, you don't seem nice so I'm not gonna do it," She chuckled. I took in a deep, very deep breath and letting it out slowly, I'm about to put a bullet through someone's head.

"Oh, that's fine. I'll just talk to him myself thank you very much." I adjust my top again as I began walking into the back, off to the supposed 'owner's' office.

"Where are you going, come back here you're not allowed to."

"Well to bad, Barbie doesn't listen." I kept walking until I felt someone pull my arm back. I turned back instantly pulling my gun out.

"You sure you don't wanna let that hand go?," I smiled as she dropped my hand. "If anyone hears about this, you're gonna be the Turkey in my Thanksgiving dinner on God."

"Oh, good morning Ms.." I heard from behind me. I turned around to see the man, Matthew, Damica was yapping about.

"Ms. Montgomery. Barbie Montgomery," I said shaking his hand.

"Oh, that's a rather unusual name, its beautiful though," He shrugged.

"I know, I know," I smiled as I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.