The title is very self explanatory it's a series of imagines/short Beyoncé stories and oneshots!
The main characters will be Beyoncé & Y/n & Y/n in some stories will be intersex and in others she won't
This story may also include other celebrities...
Starring : Beyoncé 41 years old, 3 kids, married for 12 years but now divorced, solely focused on her career (she still famous btw), not romantically interested in anyone regardless of gender or status, intersex
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Also Starring: Y/N 23 years old, no kids, single because she finds people her age annoying, bi-sexual, extremely well with kids.
(You can dress however you want)
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Y/N POV
The alarm sounds off on my phone alerting me it's time for me to get prepared for my interview, a few weeks ago a friend of my aunts told her there were a babysitter position for a super top secret client. My aunt had to pass on the opportunity to take care of her sick daughter aka my cousin, but she passed the info on to me and now here I am. I have no idea who I have a interview with or who I'll be working for if I do get the job, but I honestly don't care the more secretive the person is probably means more money and that's all I really care for.
Doing my hair and dressing in a professional yet stylish manner I skip on applying makeup because my natural beauty stands out more. My Uber is already outside waiting and I give the driver the address that was sent to me and we should be there in less than 20 minutes. Skipping the car ride we pull up to this really big expensive mansion, I sit in the backseat overtook by shock as I never seen one in person. At this moment my mind rank through the possibilities of who could I possibly be working for. The sound of the driver's voice telling me we are here pulls me out of my thoughts and I climb out the car, I take in a few deep breaths trying to calm my nerves before raising my hand to ring the doorbell.
After a short wait a heavy set white man who resembles Santa clause opens the door in what appears to be a butler uniform. "Um hello, I was given this address for an interview?" I ask doubting this extremely fancy home is where I'm supposed to be .
"Yes come inside boss has been waiting on you"
He lets me inside closing the door behind me before coming to the front of me and leading me down a long extravagant hallway as the walls are littered with expensive paintings and portraits, eventually he stops in front of some type of fancy wood door and as he opens it I see it's a office. He holds the door open for me before telling me "boss" will be here shortly then he closes the door behind himself. I guess whoever "boss" is has to be the president because no one is even letting out the smallest hint. My palms are sweaty and clammy from anxiety as I try to dry them on my pants leg.
The doorknob jiggles before the door is opened and a tall brown-toned, bearded and bald man walks in. He looks like security and as I look at his handsome features closely it seems like I know him from somewhere but I can't exactly pinpoint it. He moves aside and in walks Beyoncé. Wait Beyoncé? No this can't be real. My mouth goes dry as she walks in the room and behind the desk.
