Behind the Curtain

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2.3.24 

As I step into the elevator, my heart races with anticipation. A mix of nerves and excitement coursing through me.

"Good morning," a familiar voice greets me from behind. I turn to see Julius, the tall Dutch man, wearing his signature grin.

"Morning, Julius, how are you this morning?" I reply, trying to steady my voice.

"I'm doing well, how about yourself?" He asks.

"Good."

"Boss lady got you working your tail off I see," Julius chuckles, breaking the awkward tension.

I chuckle, "she definitely does."

Julius puts his attention back on the road as I open my laptop, trying to focus on the task at hand. But my thoughts keep drifting to Beyoncé.

Act II Rollout
"Good morning team,

I hope all is well. But I would like to sit down and chat about this rollout.

Thank you, Beyoncé

I can't help but to admire her work ethic and dedication. It's both inspiring and intimidating. As I arrive to Beyoncé's penthouse, Julius helps me out of the car and into the complex, I'm still in awe of its grandeur even after all of these months. Julius and I exchange goodbyes as I step into the elevator and head to Beyoncé's floor.

Entering the elevator I click the button for the 24th floor, my heart pounding with anticipation. As the doors shut, I take a deep breath trying to calm my nerves.

I arrive to the suit that is owned by the Carters'

"Hello?" I call out, the sound echoing through the soulless space.

"Good morning y/n" Beyoncé's voice sending a shiver down my spine as she makes an appearance behind me, her presence commanding yet so gentle.

"Oh!" I exclaim, startled by her sudden appearance.

"Morning, Mrs. Carter," I stammer, feeling my cheeks flush with embarrassment.

"I told you, it's Beyoncé," she says with a warm smile, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

As we move to the dining room table, I try to focus on the conversation but it's so hard with her standing so close, her beauty mesmerizing, my eyes then begin to wander.

"So about the rollout..." she begins but my mind is elsewhere, my gaze lingering on her lips.

"Were you listening?" She asks, snapping me back into reality.

"Yes, I mean, no, I mean.." I stammer trying to find my words.

Beyoncé raises an eyebrow, waiting for me to get myself together.

"I completely agree," I blurt out, hoping to salvage the conversation.

She nods, seemingly satisfied, I sigh relieved.

"We're done here," she says, her ass swaying in her robe with each step.

I watch her go, unable to tear my eyes away, until she disappears from view.

"Stop it y/n," I scold myself, trying to shake off my lingering thoughts.

With a deep breath, I then turn and head for the elevator, my mind still spinning from the encounter. As the doors close behind me, I can't help but wonder what the future holds both professionally and personally, with Beyoncé.

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I had to revamp this, I didn't like the way it came out at first.

Thoughts? And one major question, should this be g!p orrr...? Lmk, I can't decide.