Novel & Cerita Quincy Barbers

I made to go apologize to quincy for my wrongs but she already made for the school exit. "why can't she just accept to be my friend?" I thought so I decided to get a drink at a bar to clear my mind. Quincy It was closing hour so I went to my work place where I work as a Liberian. I work as an afternoon shift, so I made my necessary things. Soon it was night fall already so I took my stuffs and left the library. I was on my way home when three guys with muscles came to me "guys look what we have here" one of them said and smirked I tried to ignore them and go my way cause they look dangerous when the other guy held my hand.

“You sure? ‘Cause you sound—” I shoved the half-cut heart into his chest. “Shut up and cut, Harvard. If you’re so fucking smart, prove it.” He blinked, then chuckled again. “Ah. Now you want my help.” “I don’t want your help,” I snapped. “I just don’t want my niece thinking her uncle is a brain-damaged gorilla who can’t cut paper.” “Too late,” Quincy murmured under his breath, but he sat down anyway, folding a sheet cleanly in half. His fingers worked with this annoying grace, smooth and precise. I hated it. I hated how good he looked even doing this.

while he put his arm on Vince’s shoulder again. “Yeah I heard Xoey is singing today,” Quincy announced. “Let's get a table together.” “Sorry Ate Quincy but old women like you are no longer part of our table,” Zend commented. “Did you say something Zend?” Quincy asked and at the same time the three guys stopped at Quincy's smile, more like a smirk. “Ah no nothing,” Zend took it back quickly. “Come on. I was just joking.” Quincy was still smiling, but seriousness covered her eyes. “Try to say that again...” she suddenly approached Zend and gave him a deadly grin. “...I'll rip your neck off. ”

“Work is work! It’s taboo to use work for personal gain. I stay true to my professional ethics. That’s enough. I’m not going to continue this nonsense with you. I’ve made an appointment with Thea to celebrate my appointment as the vice president of Transgenerational Group.” Quincy put on her large sunglasses again and turned to leave as James watched her. James glanced at Quincy, who was leaving with a satisfied look on her face. Although she was prideful, she was still a pretty good person. At least her refusing to use work for personal gains as it was a taboo made James deeply admire her. “Maybe I should get an album autograph too?” James turned around and glanced at the Transgenerational

he muttered, taking it all in. “I told you,” Quincy replied, nudging him in the shoulder. Quincy was quite the handsome young man. Tall, like Charlie, well-built, with sandy blond hair and a charismatic smile, he had told Charlie many times of his exploits at these types of events. Charlie didn’t believe everything he said as he couldn’t imagine a young lady agreeing to most of what he had to say, but now that he was in this new setting, he was having an easier time accepting some of it might be true.

Barbie said. "Okay mom bye!! " Swan shouted and dragged Steve who still looked upset about the fact that he couldn't marry Brittany. < ONE WEEK LATER ~ HEMS BAR > Hems bar is a really popular bar that is mostly used by important people. Most companies held their meetings in this bar. The bar had a special room where clients could hold their meetings. Presently inside the room was Barbie and three fat men. The four of them were sitting around the table. "I must say Mrs Barbie is really beautiful " One of the fat men said and Barbie smiled a little.

Quinton’s behavior was a little out of line. Nina’s eyes opened wide. She was in a hard place. I could tell she didn’t want to say no, but she definitely couldn’t say yes. I stood up and put my hand gently on Quinton's arm. “I have a friend I want you to meet,” I said. And I led him away to the other side of the bar where luckily, my friend, who owned the blueberry farm and air balloon company in New Jersey, was sitting with a couple of our friends from high school and Brittney from Marcus Properties.

The other one spoke too, “I won’t be here on weekend, so I had to rush here to get this long due cut. So, I was wondering the same.” I checked my schedule on my phone and saw that I had a small window of time between appointments. But for that, I needed to sacrifice my coffee break, “Sure, I can do that. Let me just grab my scissors and spray bottle. You have a seat, sir.” I said to the taller one as I walked over to my station to collect my scissors and comb and pointed towards the barber chair. I started working on his hair first. The shorter one was still waiting patiently. As I worked on the man’s hair, I couldn't help but think of the Greek God I had met. I wondered if he would ever com

I was definitely going to have a stroke at that point. The salon was not just expensive, it was super expensive. Everything in Quin’s life seemed to cost more than most people’s monthly salary. The moment we walked inside, the staff recognized him immediately. “Mr. Mackenzie,” the receptionist said politely. He nodded. “My assistant needs his hair done.” She looked at me with a professional smile. “What style?” Quin answered before I could open my mouth. “Dye it ginger.” My throat went dry. The stylist guided me to a chair.

“The more it expands, the better. I want it to become the most popular bar out there.” “If that’s the case… you need to be patient. You can’t achieve this in one step. If you need anything, I can help you out.” “Really? You’re willing to help me? Shall I become your apprentice?” Renee asked. She then proceeded to kneel in front of her to address Quincy as her master. Quincy immediately stopped her. “It’s fine. Both of us can get along well. We can be sisters.” Renee held her arm passionately. “I’ll call you Sis Quincy from today onward. I won’t change the way I address you anymore.”