Petals

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Onika Tanya Maraj

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Onika focused her eyes on the woman infront of her, Onika remembered her well. The girl who ruined one of her favorite tennis skirts.

The blonde smiled in her face, but Onika could tell she was sweating bullets or was atleast nervous from the constant fidgeting she did.

And she was still confused.

"You're a high school student." She stated and Beyoncé nodded slowly, "Unless you're some random adult that enjoys being around high schoolers—I'm assuming you're one as well." Beyoncé stated and Onika clicked the roof of her mouth with her tongue.

"Then how are you my teacher?" Onika asked.

Last time she checked, she was assigned a professional. She knew damn well this girl wasn't professional. And her father, wasn't answering her calls for an explanation.

"I was supposed to meet Mr. Lemaire." Onika stated crossing her arms. She was thinking she may have the wrong room—but this studio was privately owned.

The blondes eyes widened, "Oh that's my boss! I think." She said and Onika sighed. She contemplated going home. But she knew her father would be unhappy about that.

Onika had several pet peeves, and one of them was uncertainty in an answer. She liked straightforward thinking—as well as straightforward answers.

"Can you—call him? Please?" Onika asked, she knew Mr. Lemaire. He was a family friend who Onika genuinely enjoyed the presence of but he only taught adults. But because her father is who he is, she's allowed private lessons from him.

She watched the blonde nod before stepping back out of the room, and tripping on her own bag.

Beyoncé Giselle Knowles

Beyoncé was unprepared in several ways, and she honestly isn't even sure how her mother got her this job. She didn't even have to do an interview.

She looked down at the number her mother provided her with and she dialed it, she was praying whoever this guy was who also happened to be her boss picked up.

She let out a sigh of relief when he did.

"Hello? Is this Mr. Lemaire?" Beyoncé asked, "Yeah—who's calling?" He responded. "You're uh—new assistant? Or helper?" Beyoncé responded hesitantly.

"Oh you!" He exclaimed, he sounded happy while Beyoncé was nervous. This was her first time speaking to her new boss.

"Yeah uh, me. My names Beyoncé—"

"I know your name. The girl who's super good at dancing and piano—your mom showed me abunch of videos of you and basically threatened my lively hood if I didn't hire you. I liked her attitude so I said yes." He responded and for a guy who was apparently a professional-he sounded pretty laid back about being threatened.

Beyoncé cringed, she didn't expect for her own mother to embarrass her like that.

"Anyways, what's up? I didn't expect you to need my help so soon." He stated, "I mean I kinda just started—also—uh—there's this client here who was expecting you and—"