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Beyoncé POV Monday, 12:50 p.m.
I just finished up my meeting with my assistant to go over my upcoming schedule for the month. I'm booked for a few magazine shoots and red carpet events. Not to mention New Your fashion week happens to be around the corner. I don't even celebrate my birthday anymore because September is such a busy month.
Entering my condo, I see Solange laid out on my black, velour couch. I instantly rolled my eyes. Her and Kelly think they can just pop up at my place anytime they desire. The fuck they think this is?
"Umm you do realize your key is only for emergency purposes right?" I said walking up to her.
"It is an emergency Bey! I'm hungry." Solange whined.
"So you come to my house of all places? You've witnessed me and my multiple failed attempts at cooking, like literally all my life Solo."
"Of course I wouldn't have you cook for me! I'm not having suicidal thoughts Giselle. You just happen to have the best snacks." She shrugged, entering my pantry.
I haven't notified her that I'm considering hiring Onika yet. Due to their history, I just feel the need to alert Solange so she's not surprised when she see's Onika in my home.
"I need to discuss something with you when you're done raiding my pantry."
She walked out with a hand full of my Japanese pastries. I sighed, shaking my head. Solange can eat just about anything and still keep her slim figure.
"Is it bad news or good news?" Solange asked sitting next to me on my sofa. I turned to face her.
"I mean it's good news, for me at least.. I took you and Kelly's advice and decided to hire a personal chef."
"Finally! I was tired of coming over here and it smelled like a damn campfire. This is really good for you Bey." She spoke taking bite of the pastry.
"Thank you sis. I wanted to let you know before I hired her.."
"Ouuu, a her? Is she cute? What's her name?" Solange inquired, sitting up.
"Well the chef I'm considering is uhh, Onika. Onika Maraj. Your old friend from high school." I answered her with a nervous smile.
Her interest suddenly disappeared from her face as she slightly paused in place, not saying anything in response.
I know hearing this news wouldn't be easy for her. She felt so guilty after everything that happened between them. I was there for Solange during that entire depression episode. Eventually Solo found art as an escape from everything.
