𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐦 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨

" Clash Of Titans "

The helicopter's blades whipped the air into a frenzy as it descended onto the White House lawn. Beyoncé Knowles stood at the edge of the landing pad, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. Her expression was a mix of irritation and resignation. Beside her, Drake tried to placate her, his voice earnest.

"Give her a chance, Beyoncé. You don't know her yet. Maybe you'll find she's not as bad as you think."

Beyoncé's lips curled into a faint, humorless smile. "Oh, really? Your country's president is a bitch, Drake. But I suppose I have nothing better to do at the moment, so I'll keep myself occupied here."

Drake's eyes narrowed. "Yeah, right. And the President of France isn't a pussy?"

Beyoncé raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in her eye. "Careful, Drake. He's a sweetheart, actually."

Drake shook his head with a grin, clearly amused by Beyoncé's sharp wit. "Well, we're about to see what kind of president you're dealing with."

As the helicopter touched down, the rotor blades slowed to a halt, and the door opened. Out stepped Onika Maraj, exuding her usual aura of unyielding authority. She was dressed in a sleek black pantsuit with a black turtleneck, a black coat that draped elegantly, and black Louboutins that clicked sharply against the concrete. Her long, sleek hair was styled in a high, curly ponytail, giving her a commanding presence.

Beyoncé's eyes followed Onika as she approached, noting the president's impeccable style and the effortless confidence with which she carried herself. Onika walked past Beyoncé without a glance, her gaze fixed ahead.

"Come on, we don't have all day," Onika called out, her voice icy and commanding.

Beyoncé glanced at Drake, her expression one of barely concealed disdain. "Can you see now? Total bitch."

Drake sighed, a touch of exasperation in his voice. "Give her a chance. She's tough, but she's not completely unreasonable. Try to work with her, alright?"

Beyoncé huffed softly, but she moved forward, her heels clicking sharply on the pavement as she approached Onika. "Madam President," she said, her tone polite but laced with an edge. "I-"

Onika turned to face her, her gaze as steely as ever. "Ms. Knowles. I trust you're ready to get to work. We have a lot to cover."

Beyoncé met Onika's gaze, her own eyes unwavering. "I'm ready. But I want to make one thing clear: I won't be here to cater to your ego. I'm here to do a job, and I expect professionalism."

Onika's lips twitched slightly, almost as if she were amused by Beyoncé's boldness. "Noted. Let's get started then."

As they began to walk towards the White House, Beyoncé kept pace with Onika, her mind already working on strategies and assessments. Despite her earlier reservations, she knew she had to bring her A-game. Onika might be a challenge, but Beyoncé was more than capable of meeting it head-on.

Drake watched them go, a mix of anticipation and concern in his eyes. He hoped that despite their rocky start, the two powerful women would find a way to work together effectively. For now, it was up to them to navigate the complexities of their relationship and the high-stakes environment in which they found themselves.

As Onika and Beyoncé walked through the corridors of the White House, the air between them was charged with tension. The grandeur of the building and the solemnity of their surroundings did little to temper the palpable friction between the two women.

Onika stopped abruptly and turned around, causing Beyoncé to bump into her. Their faces were inches apart, and the intensity of the moment was undeniable. Onika's eyes bore into Beyoncé's with a mix of irritation and challenge.