Kizzie looked over her shoulders as she slipped into the back room. Her mom flicked the light switch and gave her a death glare.
“AN’ WHERE THE HELL DID YOU GO?!” Gloria shouted.
“I was just out with a girl, I locked up-“ Kizzie started.
“OH Y’ALL LOCKED UP?!” Gloria cut off, adding, “Then explain THIS!”
Kizzie covered her mouth at the sight; shelves were flipped over, records were gone in whole rows, even the headphone station was gone.
“The hell happened?!” Kizzie whisper yelled.
“Y’ALL GOT US ROBBED!” Flora plain yelled, “AN’ AH’VE GOT AN IDEA WHO GONE AN’ DONE IT!”
Gloria stormed out the door.
“What am ah supposed to do?” Kizzie asked.
“Your thirsty ass made sure we had to train all the new girls!” Monique snapped.
Kizzie turned to face a bunch of new chicks, most of them white girls posting on instagram.
‘Ah fuck.’ Kizzie thought.
Trainees were the hardest part; not only would they need to turn the customers, but they’d need to get these girls without any of them noticing.
“Alright... follow me.” Kizzie sighed as she lead a group to the back.