Nicki is thrilled to land a job as a nanny for a wealthy, recently divorced mother of two. The pay is amazing, and the kids are angels. The only problem is their mother, Beyoncé. She's uptight, controlling, and impossible to please. The worst part...
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It was well past dark when Nicki received a phone call from Beyoncé. She was lounging around at home on one of her days off, after having worked 7 days in a row. The week had seemed torturously long, being around Beyoncé while keeping things strictly professional was harder now than ever, and yet, being apart from her was even worse. Nicki had fallen hard. She picked up the phone, eager to hear her voice.
I need you to come to the house. Now.
Sure.
Nicki didn't hesitate before answering, but she frowned at the hard edge to Beyoncé's voice.
Is everything ok?
I'll explain when you get here.
I have to get dressed first then i'll be right over.
Just make it quick.
Nicki hung up the phone, dread rolling down her back. Something was very wrong, she could hear it in Beyoncé's voice. She threw on some jeans and a jacket, grabbed her keys and headed out. It was late, so there was no one on the road and it wasn't long before she arrived. She unlocked the door and let herself in, being greeted by and eerie silence.
Beyoncé?
In here.
Nicki followed her voice to the office, finding Beyoncé stood by her desk, her back to the door.
Beyoncé, are you OK?
She turned, her face was deathly pale and her lips were pressed into a thin line. She was staring down at the phone in her hand. Nicki approached her tentatively.
Whats going on?
It's Shawn, he... Beyoncé swallowed. It's easier if I just show you.
She handed her phone to Nicki, a video was queued up on the screen but it was too dark to see anything. Nicki pressed play. The video looked like it had been taken inside a bar or club and as it played the crowd came into focus. Most of the people were dressed in skimpy clothing, in the background all kinds of unusual fixtures and equipment could be seen. Instantly, Nicki knew where the video had been taken.
This is Lillith's Den?
Beyoncé didn't respond, she didn't need to. The video zoomed in on some seating in the corner, hidden away from the main club. Despite the dim lighting, the two figures in the seats could be seen clearly. Nicki, with a collar around her neck, and Beyoncé dressed in a tight revealing corset, her arm around Nicki. Nicki's stomach churned, this was form the last night she and Bey had gone to Lilliths Den. On the screen, Beyoncé pushed Nicki back against the chair before grabbing her by the collar and planting a forceful kiss on her lips, her hand straying down Nicki's chest. A second later, Nicki shook her head and cringed away, speaking angrily to Beyoncé. The video had no sound but Nicki's gestures and expression made it clear than things were getting heated. After several seconds Beyoncé. grabbed her hand and dragged her out of frame. The video ended.
