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on her hip as she put in a little extra swing in her hips to the beat of the current song wafting down from the sound system, ‘Drunk in Love’ by the other B; Beyoncé. I put my phone down. “ Come sit those narrow hips down in this chair so I can finish girl,” I tell her. The wait time is long enough without her acting like she’s trying out for Dancing with the Stars in the middle of my salon. Once she sits back down, I complete her polish and add some acrylic white roses with brown stems and green leaves and some thorns- cause Rachelle can stick people the wrong way sometimes. To give her set a little bling, I strategically place some diamond color crystals on four of her nails.
    “B, you DID your thaaang on this set!” she says rolling her neck and holding her hands up in front of her face for a better viewing angle.
    “You know I couldn’t do it any other way! Let me get a couple of pictures for my Instagram and FB.” After I take several shots I say, “Come back soon. Amber will ring you up and schedule your next appointment at the receptionist desk.”
    “See ya Hon!!” She says as she walks off still admiring her manicure.
    Sometime after ten o’clock the last client leaves the salon and we lock the doors. I damn near collapse in the waiting area as I sit on the sofa.  I decide now would be the time to ask Chyna about Omari as we wait for Amber to run the reports and vacuum the carpet while I count today’s take.
    “So where do you know Omari from?” I ask as calmly as I can, still picturing his smile in my mind.
    “I’ve known him for about a year. We met on some business stuff and it has turned out to be pretty lucrative for both of us. So when he mentioned he was looking for a full time nail and makeup professional, naturally I thought of YOU,” she says as she gives me the side eye.
    I give her a smirk “So he is on some straight business shit, huh?”
    “Look I don’t know what is on the man’s mind now that he has seen you, but I know what we talked about prior! All I can say is I invited him to the grand opening and he showed up so at a minimum it’s business. Anything more than that is gonna be up to you two consenting adults,” Chyna answers laughing.
    “Well, speaking of ‘adult behavior’, when I saw you two interacting I thought he was auditioning to be YOUR new boo!” I point at her to emphasize what I’m saying while I put deposit slip, cash, checks and receipts in their proper places.
    Chyna looks at me with her serious face on and says “ B, STOP, you know I am dating Joaquin.”
    Without thinking I reply “Chyna it’s not dating if one of the parties is married.” I could tell by the look on Chyna’s face that I really picked the wrong time to say that. “Honey I am sorry I just know you deserve so much more.”
    “Brazille, you always think that you know what is best for someone else but where is your Prince Charming? And why does it seems like you can never apply your opinions to yourself and have them work out? I am gone.” Chyna unlocks the door and storms out without looking back.
    Amber and I finish the clean-up and head out for the night.
    “Goodnight Ms. English. Today turned out fabulously!”
    I finish locking the door and turn around just in time to see Amber fling her long thick blond hair out of her face. “It sure did Amber and you were one of the reasons why. See you on Monday.”
    In spite of starting off a little rocky, Polished by Brazille’s had a great opening day. I decide not to think about those calls from this morning. After all, I see nothing but success in front of me and I am not going to let anyone, not even Chyna with her funky attitude, bring me down today. I slide into Pane, toss my Choos on the passenger seat- having traded them in for my Gucci slippers before lunch even rolled around- and head home. Tired but content.

Chapter 5: Chyna
    I storm out of Brazille’s salon thinking to myself, ‘Who the fuck is she to judge me?