It's 2006 and Beyonce just released her newest album "B'Day." She's on the covers of Vogue, adding more Grammy's to her collection and soon becoming the next best thing. In the middle of her popularity, she travels back home to Louisiana for her mot...
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MATHEW RUBBED HIS TEMPLES AS HE looked at the photosof Beyonce and Micheal from last night. Micheal was facing away from the camera but Mathew knew it was him. Beyonce was crazy about him and it would explain why she abandoned Shawn at the Oscars. The photos were leaked by TMZ and the media was talking about Beyoncé's mystery man. It was a total nightmare, they were calling her all sorts of names for cheating on Jay Z.
He lifted his head, hearing Edward and Richard arguing with him.
"You don't know who the hell that man is? She's your daughter and your only client, how do you not know?" Richard asked, crossing his arms. "I've got dozens of people calling me. Damn TMZ for releasing these photographs before we even knew about them."
"Beyonce is treading on thin ice, Mathew. As her manager, you need to speak to her. Running away from the Oscars and having dinner on the beach with another man? What was she thinking? We're making money. With Jay Z and Beyonce together, we're reaching levels we've never seen before. She can't jeopardize that!" Edward joined in and Mathew pinched the bridge of his nose. He couldn't speak, he didn't know what to say. She was smarter than this, she had to have been.
Suddenly, the door opened and Beyonce walked inside. She smiled awkwardly at her management, sitting across Edward's desk. Her phone rang for the hundredth time and she rolled her eyes once again. She didn't understand why so many of her industry friends were calling her, especially so early in the morning. She noticed Richard glaring at her yet her dad avoiding eye contact. "You guys have got to stop taking my ass out of rehearsal. Anyway, what do y'all need?"
Edward slid the photos across the desk, narrowing his eyes. "Some photos leaked about 30 minutes ago. It's all over the internet, Beyonce. What the fuck is this?"
She grabbed the photos. Her eyebrows furrowed together in confusion and a flush traveled down her throat. These were photos of her with Micheal which meant her management knew about her hidden relationship. She couldn't even call him a friend because there was a photo of them kissing. She turned her head, looking at her father who sat defeatedly.
"Who—?" She whispered. "Who took these?"
"Local paparazzi in the area. Beyonce, do you understand how much of a risk this is? Everything that we built could collapse just because you decided to craft yourself a damn scandal." Richard said, clenching his jaw. "We do everything for you and your success. We want you to be a global superstar. That was your dream, that was always the plan."
"It's still the plan." Beyonce panicked, beginning to think her label would drop her. She looked down at the photos, a small smile appearing on her lips. "And he's not a scandal. He's everything to me and I love him."
"Jesus Christ." Edward sighed, looking at Mathew who only shrugged. Then, he glanced back at her. "This man could be with you for your money and he could be using you. We need to keep your image clean, we can't afford to have this out there."
