Are you Stalking me?

One

Beyonce Knowles
"Just the Beginning"

Behind closed doors of a person, you never know them fully. You know only what they allow you to know. You think you know a person just because of what you seen, heard, or felt. You know that person name, age, hobbies, but you don't that person in the darkness.

The person you call your lover could be a serial killer. The person you gave your body to, could be married, or a secret agent for some wicked underground gang. You don't know people for real. Our minds tends to forget that a lot when people show us their true selves.

When we first see someone, our judgments starts. We may even known this person for a day, hour, or even minute. But we still judge. And that same judgment stays until that person shows otherwise. We make up beliefs about someone maybe based off appearances, or backgrounds.

We all do it, whether we know it or not.

"Beyonce, you're up."

I grabbed my hand bag, and followed the cherry brown woman through the door that led us to an elevator. She was beautiful and my eyes wouldn't allow themselves to stop wandering. She felt me looking and gave me those big brown eyes and smiled.

"I'll take your stares as compliments, Knowles."

"Please." I chuckled, "My eyes mean no harm."

She showed those pearly whites and extended her hand, "Carissa."

I extended mines and they were met with soft yet firm hands, "Beyonce, as you already know."

The elevator dinged and we both shared a look.

"Mrs. Maraj isn't your typical hard body boss. She's easygoing but doesn't show too much emotion. Just be who you are as stated on your resume and you'll be good."

I nodded, "Thanks."

I walked out of the elevator and wondered why she didn't walk me to Onika's office. But it was only one door that was jet black with a golden knob.

I knocked first and waited to hear her soothing voice.

"Come in."

I turned the knob and was met with the most classy yet gentle room. It was black with a hint of pink on the furniture and the art that surrounded the big room. The pictures I seen of this room did no justice, it popped a different way in person.

"Ms. Knowles correct?"

"Yes ma'am." I sat my belongings in the chair that was directly beside the chair I sat in.

"So, as you should know this contract lasts a total of three months. You want to back out, you should do so now."

I watch her watch me. Her eyebrows raise and she did a toothless smile.

"Ok good. Interns do not get paid, which you should know. But with dedication and integrity you should be one of my colleagues in no time. Any personal questions?"

"Are you married?"

She furrowed her eyebrows, "Not those type of personal questions, Ms Knowles."

I nodded slowly.

"But I am. Kenneth Petty, i'm sure you've heard that name before."

I swallowed, "Mhm."

"Great. Now I know how I look... Don't let your hormones get you fired before you start the job."

"What? I don't want you Mrs. Maraj." I grinned. She has no clue.

"Didn't say you did. Just letting it be known."