loriharveyff

[loriharveyff]

1.

Kianna

“Iight I’ll see ya’ll in the morning”

I spoke as my employers single file walked out of the salon. Cleaning up my own area, I exhaled, glancing at the time.

“Knock knock”

Looking up, I smiled at my homegirl Coi as she walked in my salon and pointed to her head. Coi and I have been best friends since 8th grade, when my family and I moved here from Italy.

“Can you touch up the edges?”

I laughed and pointed to my chair. She smiled excitedly, leaning down, messing with Kyrie then kissed his cheek before sitting in my chair.

I was a local hairstylist here in New York. The first African-Italian Salon and Barbershop on this block. I built this shit from the ground up. Literally. I bought the building, fixed it up,  bought all equipment. I don’t owe anybody, but everybody owes me. I rent my booths out to stylist and barbers, and I’m hoping to open a Nail salon just for the simple fact that I’d like to own another building and of course bring in more money.

My prices are as such:

Leave out’s are $140, Frontal Sew Ins are $180, Closure Sew Ins are $140, Bob leave outs are $150, $360 Frontal Sew Ins are $200, High and Low ponytails are $100, Sweep ponytails with tracks is $120, and so and and so forth. I also make wigs which can goo for $300-$400. And if I install it, it’s $80 extra. Plus my classes which are $1200. Sounds like a lot put bitches go crazy for my styles, wigs, and classes. I walk out and make at least $4,000 a day. And that’s on a slow day. It’s a blessing to be in the position I’m in.

 My mother  returned back to Italy as well as my father. They left my senior year. I found my passion by then and stayed behind as did my other sister and brother. I don’t have much family here, but I’m thankful for what I do have and wouldn’t trade it for anything.

“How’s everything babe?”

I exhaled and shrugged.

“For the most part great. Tired as hell, but good”

She nodded, looking in the mirror at me. 

“So. I need a big big favor?”

I rolled my eyes, grabbing my flat iron to touch up around her edges and neck. Love my girl, but she out of extra request for the night. I need to get me and y baby to sleep.

“Coi do-”

“No no listen, The guy I’m talking to is really close with this guy. He just got full custody of his daughter. He needs help”

“Help. I ain’t even got no damn kids... so how you gonna try and set me up to help someb-”

I laughed to myself. I don’t even have kids, and why would I take on that type of task with no kids of my own.

Before I could finished, my mouth dropped and I looked at her from the side. This bitch wasn’t just trying to Red Cross me, she was trynna hook me up.

“You think you slic-”

She laughed, looking at me in the mirror and shrugged her shoulders.

“You got hella’ nieces and nephews. You know what to do and Girl... trust me... just...trust me”

I exhaled and shook my head.

“I would never steer you wrong. Matter fact, we’re all going out for brunch tomorrow. Come. Please”

Angel

“Do you need any help sir?”

Josie spoke as she entered into the spare bedroom upstairs. I exhaled and nodded with a innocents smile. I might be all things, but I was failing at this shit. 

How did I not know I had a daughter, why wasn’t I told. Granted, she’s still young but damn I missed out. 

And on top of all that bullshit, her mother is dead. And the only reason I got her was because I’m the father and I was listed on the birth certificate. At first I wasn’t budging, but the court did DNA sampled and sure enough.

 I’m glad to have her, she’s beautiful, healthy, and smart. But I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing. Since we’re on the topic of me and my life, I mind as well introduce myself.

My name is Angel Acosta De La José . I’m 28 years old and I am worth $85.112 Billion. How so young and worth so much, easy. I hustled my ass off and decied I wasn’t gonna be hungry forever.  I made sure to work smart with my funds and it took me a long way. I am the CEO Of  De La Jose Incorporation. We invests in and holds dozens of major public and private companies. As part of our portfolio, my company also owns and operates several self-titled companies, including De La Jose Home Services of America and De La Jose Direct Insurance Company. But apart from our branded companies, De La Jose does a bit more than provide insurance. In 2017, De La Jose companies and holdings contribute a variety of commodities and services to the market - including producing computers and electronic products, providing insurance, producing clothing, serving food products, automotive products and services and much more.

Although I originally started out primarily in the textile industry, I’ve grown to become a conglomerate that invests in a diverse group of major companies and provides the prime example of my famous value investing strategy. I have 100% ownership in multimillion and billion dollar companies. And not all of them are the same. I’ll name a few. For starters, De La Jose Brick Company, it’s construction, I own it 100%. AlterLinks, Electric Transmission, I own it 100%, and it’s also a  subsidiary of De La Jose Energy. I mean the list is long, jewelry, auto sales, utilities, Insurance, Bond Insurance, Media,  Logistics, Food and Beverage, Pipeline, Clothing, Luxury, Jets, Furniture, Sports Equipment,  Pharmaceuticals, Materials and Construction, as I said before the list exceeds my age of life. Plus more.

My life has been on the move for years. I’ve ran across many women and slept with a few in between. But I could have never imagined this. But I won’t complain, things happen for a reason.

“Here, her hair is co curly, I use this on my grand daughter, works perfectly”

I nodded, watching as Josie applied the cream to her hair. 

“I gotta learn to so this shit”

I joked. She laughed and nodded her head.

“I teach you. I help you”

I nodded, checking the time then standing up. Once she was finished with Kapri, she handed her to me with a already packed bag.

“Thank you Josie”

“No Problema Angel. No Problema”

Walking downstairs, I was greeted by my security team and quickly escorted to my SUV. Hopping in, I strapped Kapri in her carseat and smiled at her as she sucked on her pacifier contently.

I really wasn’t trying to come out. But my homies planned it, and I ain’t want to stand my peoples up. My friends and a few family members is all I have so I try to spend as much time as I can with them.