Successfully Troubled {Rated M} (On Hold)

Chapter Nine.

Priscilla gulped down her water as she walked into her house and wiped her face with her towel. She placed the bottle on the kitchen counter and walked upstairs, lifting her shirt over her head. She'd been doing a great job keeping her weight at a moderate level and she was proud of herself. She still held those gorgeous curves, though.

She removed the remainder of her clothing and quickly jumped in the shower. Time to get ready for work.

Once she was dressed, Priscilla brushed her hair down and applied a pink tinted lip gloss to her lips. She turned off her bathroom light and placed her purse on her arm. She grabbed her keys and walked downstairs. She walked out the door towards her car, unlocking the door. She got in, buckled her seatbelt and started it up before easing out of the driveway.

She placed her sunglasses over her eyes and turned on the radio. "He Wasn't Man Enough" by Toni Braxton played throughout the car as she drove down the highway to the salon. Of course, Priscilla couldn't help but sing the lyrics.

"Alright, alright, alright. That was 'He Wasn't Man Enough' by Toni Braxton. Always a classic. Hope your morning is going great so far and hope everyone has a good day. Tomorrow is going to be very exciting. We will have R&B superstar Trey Songz in the building. We'll get to talk to him about some things, take some callers and have a fun time. Let's play one of his songs right now. This is Trey Songz with Can't Help But Wait." The DJ announced.

Priscilla smiled and sung along to her brother-in-law's song. She loved Trey. He was a sweetheart and treated all of the women in the family with the utmost respect and love. Including her devil sister, Lashelle. How he dealt with her, she'd never know.

Was Lashelle always like that? No, she wasn't. The two of them used to be close and did just about everything together. Then when Lashelle turned 13, 14 years old, she grew to be cold and unfeeling. She would lash out at her sisters, mainly Priscilla and would even disrespect their mother. She couldn't understand what could cause her to be so cruel. After trying to figure her out, Priscilla simply stopped trying.

She pulled up to the salon and got out of her car. She unlocked the doors to the salon and walked inside, placing her purse at her station. She began to set up her station and hummed to herself as Stephanie, Skye and Valerie walked in.

"Well, good morning, you three." Priscilla greeted them.

"Buenos dias." Stephanie replied, placing her bag down.

"Morning, boss lady." Valerie smiled.

"Hello, hello." Skye smiled and sipped her Starbucks drink.

"I talked to Karrene. She's supposed to be here at 8:45."

"Mia said she'd be here at 9:00." Stephanie added.

"Good. I swear, I'm sick of Lynne and her shit. She hasn't been here in weeks. Hasn't contacted anyone or anything. She's officially done working here. I'm starting to look for another stylist to fill her chair." Priscilla shook her head.

"I know someone." Skye said.

"You do?"

"Yeah. My friend Candace just left her job at this salon and she's looking for another one to work in. I think she would fit in perfectly here."

"Well, bring her in tomorrow and I'll interview her and check out her skills."

"Great! I'll call her and let her know." Skye smiled and grabbed her phone from her back pocket.

"By the way, Cilla, I need to talk to you about something." Stephanie told her.

"Ok, what's up?"