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a.m. and Mimi was scheduled to be the first client that Candy would observe Vanessa work on in the shop. Vanessa had stressed to Mimi the importance of her arriving at 10:00 a.m. sharp. The plan was to leave a good impression on Candy in an effort to secure the job. Frustrated, she pulled out her iPhone and called Mimi.
    “Don't worry,” Mimi said. “I'm two minutes away. I got you, Nessa. Be easy.”
    “Okay.” Vanessa smiled and hung up. She stepped out of her car and into the shop. She was surprised to not hear music playing like the first time she had been there. All the ladies greeted her.
    “You'll be working here,” Candy said, pointing at the second chair. Leah was working the first, Candy held down the third, then came Chanel and Meisha in the row of large chairs. Candy opened the drawers in front of Vanessa's chair. “There's everything and anything you need in there. Combs, curlers, curling iron, blow dryer, you name it.” Candy pointed to the cabinets, which contained assorted hair care products.
    “Okay,” Vanessa said.
    “Money to blowww. Gettin' it innn,” was blasting from a car stereo.
    “Damn, that shit loud,” Meisha said, looking through the shop windows to see where Drake's singing was coming from. She pointed at the shiny black Audi A4 parking in front of the shop. “Is that Rich out there?”
    Chanel peeked outside, followed by the rest of the women. “I don't think so,” she said. “But that shit is hot.” She paused as the music ceased and the driver's side door of the Audi opened. “Oh, shit. An Asian broad pushing a kitted A-Four, rocking hip hop. Ain't that some shit?”
    “That's my friend,” Vanessa said.
    Mimi stepped inside the shop donning a gold Black Label halter and matching skirt with a black Prada bag and shoes.
    “Hey, Mimi. Right over here.” Vanessa's eyes lit up like a child with a new toy.
    “Nessa, what's good?” Mimi hugged Vanessa. “It's bakin' out there.” She pointed outside. “Shit hotter than Jamaica, Queens after that cop got murdered back in the days.”
    Vanessa noticed everyone staring at Mimi in awe. It was a look she had seen many times when people first got a glimpse of Mimi’s swagger. “Everybody, this is my best friend Mimi,” Vanessa said.”
    “Hey, girl. I'm Leah.”
    “Candy.” Candy smiled.
    Chanel also introduced herself.
    Mimi was smiling and nodding her head as she returned their greetings. “All right, I want y'all to know off the rip, Vanessa's my heart, you feel me? But that shit don't mean nothing when it come to this `do?” She pointed to her silky hair. “So since I'm letting her touch my hair, you know she get busy, you feel me?”
    “I feel you, girl.” Meisha clapped her hands, grinning and pointing at Mimi. “You the truth.”
    “Shit, I'm just keepin' it a hundred. I gotta be at work with these crackers when I leave here. So I gotta talk like a white girl, hair gotta be right, everything. ‘Cause they be just looking for a reason to fire yo’ ass if your eyes ain't blue. And Mimi is not gettin' rid of her A-Four and moving from SOHO back to Baisley Projects, you feel me?”
    Everyone burst into laughter. Chanel asked Mimi if she knew a guy whom she used to date from Baisley. Mimi started telling war stories about the guy, who she had grown up with. Then Vanessa and Mimi began reminiscing about their college days and the men they dated. Everyone in the shop started rehashing tales from their past. By the time clients began trickling inside the shop, hip hop was banging from the speakers and Mimi was rapping faster than Twista.
    After Vanessa was done styling Mimi's hair, Candy stood, inspecting the style from different angles. She was impressed. Vanessa had transformed Mimi's straightened burgundy hair into a black French bun with gold streaks that complimented her outfit.
    After finishing with Mimi, Vanessa completed three other clients perfectly. She converted one woman's afro puffs into micro braids.