Beyoncé Knowles can't believe her annoyingly perfect personal assistant has actually resigned from her cushy, highly paid position, and she intends to tell her exactly what she thinks about it.
But when she gets to her place, she comes to realize s...
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Beyonce couldn't remember ever moving this fast. Not back when she was a kid and they gave out free cake on birthdays. Not when her hot cheerleader girlfriend had screamed her name, urging her to get the last basket in high school. Not at any point in her adulthood.
She hadn't even run this fast when she'd followed the two loves of her life to the fucking North Pole on Christmas five years ago.
She hailed a cab rather than waste time calling for her driver. The gods must have been on her side, because somehow, the first cab she saw stopped. She hopped in, and gave the man at the front the address where she needed to get to.
Right now.
The cabbie, a forty-something man with too much facial hair, lifted a brow. "You're going to school in the middle of the day?"
Great. Now the guy thought she was a pervert. She didn't look like a mother and it was a well known fact that women could be pedophiles too.
"My daughter's in trouble." The explanation came out of her mouth without so much as a moment of hesitation.
The curlyheaded, brown-eyed, ten-year-old gremlin who somehow never lost at any video game may be a Maraj not a Knowles, but she was her daughter nonetheless. She was the one who dropped her off at school every morning. She'd never missed any of her lacrosse matches. She trained with her whenever she could. She'd taught her to ride a bike when it turned out her mother sucked at it. She was hers. The end.
"Got it."
The cabbie must have understood the urgency of the situation: he took the shortest route and broke a law or two to get her in front of Blue's private school sooner than should have been possible.
Beyonce left a hefty tip and ran up the stairs of the brownstone just as the bell rang. A sea of kids burst out of the corridor, hindering her path. Dammit!
Finally, she was in front of the principals office, panting and scared out of her wits.
"I'm here for Blue Maraj," she told the startled man at the desk.
The secretary took a moment to take that in before nodding. "She's in the infirmary. The principal wants to speak to you before we discharge her."
Fuck that noise.
It was only when the secretary coughed that she realized she'd said it out loud. "You called me to tell me my daughter was injured and needed me. I need to see Blue. Now."
There must have been something in her tone that did the trick, because the man finally nodded. "All right. I'll let the principal know you'll come down after speaking to Miss. Maraj.".
Beyonce nodded. That was acceptable.
She followed the thin, well-dressed official to a room on the first floor of Blue's school.
Beyonce's heart only calmed down when the door opened in front of Blue. She was all right. She exhaled the tension that had crippled her for the last half hour.
She was sitting up on a cot, glaring straight ahead.
"Hey, Honey Bee."
Blue looked down to her folded hands, avoiding her eyes. Her anxiety spiked again. That wasn't her. She never hid. She said what she thought, right away, without filter, like her mother.
Sensing her unease, Beyonce was careful as she entered the room. She nodded to the nurse, who checked out another girl on a bunk bed.
"You're frowning."
"I'm not."
"You so are. And I don't like it. Who do I have to kill to get you to stop?" Beyonce asked casually. "I know someone who knows someone. I can make it happen."
Finally, she grinned, though she kept her eyes down.
"Come on, Honey Bee. Talk to me. What happened?"
When she lifted her gaze, it was to go back to glaring---at the girl on the other bunk bed, Beyonce realized. The one the nurse was talking to.
She tilted her head toward them and whispered, "Are they our target?"
Blue sighed. "That's North. She's a daddy's girl." Blue's grimace was almost comical.
Especially considering the fact that she, too, was a total daddy's girl. Beyonce had quite obviously filled that spot.
Blue and Onika were a unit, one symbiotic force no one could ever break. Beyonce hadn't tried to break them apart. She'd taken her natural place: around them, hugging them both, caring for her favorite girls.
"What other sin has she committed to warrant assassination? Not that I object, but I'm curious."
Blue was back to looking down and not talking.
"You know you can tell me anything."
She nodded, but then she erupted into a fit of tears, freezing her in place.
Beyonce had never seen her cry like this. Blue wasn't a crier at all, if one didn't count the few instances at the end of movies. She didn't cry when she fell, when she was hurt, when she was sick. She was her little trooper, and she was breaking down in front of her.
Something terrible had happened, and she would get down to the bottom of it.
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