FRAUD

VI

Copyright © 2022 by howblack

First of all, Merry Christmas everyone!

Second of all, I know I had promised daily updates, but I had to go through surgery that required total rest, so it took me a while to come here again. I won't promise daily updates, but who knows, I might update three times a week (sounds okay?)

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Despite the figures of speech, Onika would dare to say that the last 2 days, converted to approximately 2,880 minutes, were cloned by some hole in space-time. She honestly didn't understand how it would have gone by so damned slow. In some parts of that, it was actually positive. Onika had used all her time to mull over her emotions.

She had too many issues to resolve in such a short time. And meeting Beyoncé Knowles was one of the last rushes she would ever want to have.

Her memories functioned like an old record player that had been stored in a long, dusty shelf. And although she didn't use it as regularly, once turned on - and filtered of any possible subjects - they inevitably worked with the best quality. Unfortunately or not for Onika's well-being, all her ghosts were covered in phosphorescence.

The businesswoman was not really the most sensible human being in the world, but of all her adventures, she was completely ecstatic about her latest recklessness. She remembered vividly the night at which it had been the announcement party for the show. Onika had had some fun if she was honest. In fact, a lot of fun. Nicki had mapped out the script of things she would do that night. She would dance, drink, and fight with her usual arch-nemesis. It seemed easy and consistent, but then why had she reduced her rules to nothing?

Onika Maraj had kissed the person she hates most in the world exactly two nights ago.

One of the most common questions for people fueled by inconsequence is, "Why did I do that?" It is natural to want answers, human beings need rationalism, but then why did Onika feel sufficient with the vacuum of her conclusions? Onika really couldn't understand what had motivated her to kiss Beyoncé in that bathroom. Maybe it was the alcohol content, the aura of that night, or a small spark connected to the ego. It was probably nothing more than that, an immediate self-response unearthed by her desire for personal possession. In the end, it all came down to how Onika fed her vanity.

Later, whether true or not, that was the personal realization Onika would give herself.

Another repetitive question floated within small clouds of thoughts was precisely why Beyoncé had returned the kiss. As far as the businesswoman was aware, Beyoncé was extremely heterosexual and even if she wasn't, she would be one of the last people the Texan would get involved with. Not for physical reasons, Onika was confident in that aspect. But they were complete opposites, that was undeniable. After so much mulling, Onika decided to give up trying to find an answer. Even more so when it would not even be found within a possible existence.

It was a Wednesday and one of Onika's current obligations was precisely to go to the CBS studio to shoot. She did not deny that she was not afraid to do so. Maybe she didn't want to have to deal with the problems now, but in any case, she still had a job to do.

Incredibly, Onika arrives early at the broadcasting station properly made up. She goes ahead to stow her purse in her personal room and heads down to the recording studios. The woman is excited to show off the rare miracle that befalls her, but when she arrives at the focus of what is usually filled with noise and excitement, this time it is completely empty. Onika drags her eyes across the room, her feet unleashing hurried steps to the other side of the room where she sees what looks like a small warning prominently displayed on the wall.