after years of celibacy and focusing on her mental health advocacy, michelle is drawn back into past loves and old wounds.
on the other hand, beyoncé is guided by her therapist, janet jackson, to confront her feelings for michelle.
after a freak a...
if there are spelling errors let me know! kisses 💋 .
michelle's pov:
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date: friday, march 10th 2023 location: atlanta, georgia
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time: 11:39am.
"clocking out for the day, wanna walk with me? .. it's a great source of vitamin d!" i call as i gather my things from my desk in the penthouse office.
the expansive windows offer a stunning view of the city below, the skyline stretching out like a sea of glass and steel.
zoie looks up from his screen, his usual vibrant energy slightly dimmed by the long hours we've been putting in.
"alright alright but you already know i get a lot of that already in my life okkkkk!" he replies, his eyes already drifting back to his work.
"gross" i respond, swiping my card to clock out. the famfiliar beep signals the end of my workday.
zoie joined me as we head towards the elevator. as we descend the floors, i look around at the sleek, modern interior of our office building, visible through the glass walls of the elevator - the transparency of the elevator ties in with my brand, reflecting themes of anxiety and the way some feel uneasy in such enclosed spaces.
the floors whiz by, and i feel a strange mix of exhaustion and relief.
"michelle, we really need to plan that team night out," zoie says, breaking the comfortable silence. "we all need a break."
"absolutely. we've been working too hard! maybe this weekend and take the first two days of the next week off?" i suggest.
"awh michelle that sounds perfect." he replies with a grin.
they'll be taking more days off. = authors note.
we step out of the elevator into the bustling downstairs lobby, where my "employees" (i hate that word) mill about, chatting and wrapping up their day whilst answering calls.
