Chapter 91 Kiara - Compton, Ca

• The elevator was made of glass and some parts of it made of gold, which only made Kiara feel more like a lipstick smudge on a pristine window. She caught her reflection; hoop earrings, a crisp white blazer she’d bought at a thrift store in Long Beach, and braids so tight they gave her a permanent look of mild surprise.
• She needed this. Her bank account was sitting at a cool eleven dollars and forty-two cents. Her salon booth in Compton had been cleared out three days ago. Rock bottom wasn't a metaphor anymore; it was the floor she was currently standing on.
• The doors slid open to a lobby that smelled like air fresheners while the air conditioner embraced her. A woman sat behind a desk that looked like it had been carved from a single block of obsidian.