Brown Sugar

Chapter Four.

It was a Saturday, the last day of Beyoncé's first week working in the beautiful Dukes' mansion. There was no doubt in her mind that her new job was an upgrade from being a waitress. The staff consisted of 42 people who welcomed Beyoncé into their family and did their best to help her adjust to her new duties and schedule. Stella was specifically the person who took great care of her. She would ask Beyoncé to help her with dinner and other small tasks to get to know her.

Even after the first week, Beyoncé found it unbelievable that it only took 42 people to run this estate. There were two gardens, a stable with five horses, a pool, and a set of double tennis courts that had to be kept up by the end of the day. She was the most surprised by her relationship with Morgan. They didn't get to meet until her second day on the job. She was changing her bed sheets when Morgan came in, introducing herself and making small talk. They quickly took a liking to each other. She never knew that rich people could be as kind as Morgan had been to her.

"Good morning, Bey!" Morgan walked into her room, exhausted.

"Ms. Morgan, you're back early," Beyoncé noticed. It was only one in the afternoon.

"Stop calling me that! I'm just Morgan," she insisted. Morgan thought Beyoncé was overly polite.

"Are your classes finished for the day?" Beyoncé questioned with a smile on her face.

"Yeah," Morgan sighed as she jumped on her bed.

"Any plans for the rest of the afternoon?" Beyoncé asked as she dusted the dresser.

"Nope, nothing at all, but Bey? You don't have to dust my furniture everrrry sinnnngle daaay," Morgan dragged.

"Alright," Beyoncé replied as she rested the feather duster on her side.

"But don't you dare skip any corners in Justin's room. He'll go insane!" The two girls laughed. Beyoncé noticed that Morgan loved to tease her cousin.

"He doesn't seem to like me very much," Beyoncé confided.

"And why not?" Morgan furrowed her eyebrows.

"Well, I've met him at my old job," Beyoncé revealed.

"At Rue's diner? Oh, I want to hear this story!" Morgan squealed. "Bey, come sit next to me. We're friends," she said as she patted the open space next to her on the bed.

Beyoncé went to sit on the edge of Morgan's bed, putting her face in her hands in mild embarrassment. "It was terrible," she paused, unsure if she wanted to revisit the incident.

"Go on! Tell me," Morgan pushed. She was giddy in anticipation.

Beyoncé smiled at Morgan's insistence. "Well, one night, Justin, Kyle, and three other guys entered the diner. One of them was just bored —I guess or wanted to get me in trouble. So he lied, saying that I brought him the wrong drink. Well, I argued with him," she said.

"Really?!" Morgan exclaimed. "I know the people Justin hangs with, and they're mostly rotten," she sighed.

Beyoncé laughed to herself. "Well, then I accidentally knocked a drink over on Justin's lap!" she added.

Morgan began to bust out laughing. "You didn't! Oh my God, Justin remembers petty shit like that. No wonder he's so sour around you!" She shook her head.

"Then, in the park, I ran into him and Kyle—"

Morgan interrupted Beyoncé. "Justin loves that park." She knew precisely which park Beyoncé was referring to.