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"Here's your coffee ma'am." The young woman muttered shyly extending the coffee cup to Beyoncé with shaky hands.
Beyoncé just eyed her with a mug on her face, "Gabby, please tell me. When did I ask for this coffee?"
"A-almost t-ten minutes ago ma'am.."
"And now tell me Gabby, do you think I still want this coffee..?"
"I-"
"No! No Gabby the answer is no. I don't want this fucking coffee anymore, now take yourself and your coffee and get the fuck out of my office!"
"Yes ma'am, sorry ma'am." Gabby immediately rushes out not wanting to see her bosses wrath.
Beyoncé rubbed her temples in frustration going through her breathing exercises at least three times before finally deciding to try calm down.
It's like everyone had had an early morning meeting to piss her off today, from her P.A even down to the security at the gate everyone seemed to really want to end up unemployed.
Luckily enough for her Gabby had finally decided to stay out of her way for the rest of the day, only showing her face to ask an important question, knowing fully well any unimportant questions could've left her travelling down joyful old unemployment road.
At almost 11pm in the night Beyoncé had finally decided to leave the office. A call from Solange interrupted her packing up, "Bey please come pick up your child." She heard as soon as she picked up the call.
"Damn no hi or something?"
"Bey, my house is in complete disarray right now, PLEASE come and take your child."
"What'd he do now?"
"I told him to go wash the dish he used to eat popcorn, he left the tap running and now my kitchen floor is all wet and can you believe I walk inside to see him lying in it in only his boxers and he told me he was just swimming!"
Beyoncé let out a long ass sigh in absolute frustration, raising Sir alone was becoming a harder task everyday.
Ever since her wife had died almost three years ago, raising the kid had become a whole journey. Now she was here 28 and raising her mischievous ass son on her own.
He didn't listen. He liked talking back and seeing Beyoncé pissed off, because I don't know I guess it brought him some sort of joy or something.
But that wasn't actually the case, in reality he just did these things so Beyoncé would finally pay more attention to him.
She was always too busy working to actually spend quality time with him.
Beyoncé left her building going over to Solange's house opening the door without a knock.
As she walked into the kitchen she saw Solange sitting on the kitchen island sipping on some orange juice while Sir mopped up the mess he made but he was already changed and bathed.
The boy immediately ran up to his mom when spotting her abandoning the mop on the floor.
"Mama. Aunty soso made me mop the floor!"
"Was it aunty soso that left the tap running?"
He didn't give an answer to that instead he pouted and walked away.
"I'm gonna start charging you babysitting fees." Solange muttered getting off the island.
"Oh hush I know you love having the little kid around."
"Yeah when he's not messing up my house."
Beyoncé just shakes her head with a laugh ushering herself and her son out the house and into the car before Solange would start asking questions about her love life.
