𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐦 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐢𝐧𝐞

“ Legal And Laced ”

Onika's office was filled with tension as she and Drake sat across from each other, the stack of legal papers between them serving as a barrier to their escalating argument. Onika’s voice was sharp, each word laced with frustration as she pointed out flaws in the legal strategies Drake had presented. Drake, equally frustrated, defended his work with equal vigor.

"You’re not listening, Drake! This approach is all wrong, and you know it!" Onika snapped, her eyes blazing with anger.

Drake leaned forward, his own temper flaring. "You don’t understand the complexities of this, Onika. You’re too blinded by your stubbornness to see it!"

"You're fired!"

The door to the office swung open, and Beyoncé walked in, her presence instantly shifting the atmosphere. Onika’s frown vanished, replaced by a look of awe. Beyoncé was stunning in a white pantsuit and a sheer blouse that revealed a hint of nude lace underneath. Her hair was styled in curly waves, pinned up elegantly.

Drake noticed Onika’s sudden change in demeanor and turned to see what had captured her attention. His expression darkened when he saw Beyoncé. "Is it because of her? Is that why you’re firing me?"

Beyoncé, looking confused, glanced between Onika and Drake. "Excuse me?" she asked, her voice calm but questioning.

Drake’s anger turned towards Beyoncé. "You couldn’t help yourself, could you? Spreading your legs for another married woman again."

Onika moved to interject, her protective instincts flaring, but Beyoncé raised a finger, signaling her to stay silent. Beyoncé stepped closer to Drake, her posture confident and commanding.

"Let’s get one thing straight, Drake," Beyoncé said, her voice steady and icy. "What happened with Robyn was a tragedy, and it was personal. But I am not to blame for her decisions. You don't get to use her memory to attack me, or to accuse me of things you have no evidence for."

Drake opened his mouth to argue, but Beyoncé continued, cutting him off. "And as for Onika, nothing has happened between us. Your insinuations are not only baseless but also unprofessional. I won’t stand here and let you undermine me or this office with your petty jealousy and misplaced anger."

Onika watched, a mixture of admiration and relief flooding her. She knew Beyoncé was handling the situation with the grace and strength she always admired.

Drake’s face was flushed with a mix of anger and embarrassment. "You expect me to believe that? After everything?"

Beyoncé’s expression hardened. "Believe what you want, Drake. But know this—your accusations and your behavior here today are unacceptable. If you can’t conduct yourself professionally, then maybe Madam President is right to let you go."

Onika, regaining her composure, nodded. "Drake, your services are no longer required. I’ll have HR handle your termination."

Drake stood up abruptly, gathering his things. "This isn’t over," he spat before storming out of the office, slamming the door behind him.

The room fell silent. Onika and Beyoncé stood there for a moment, the tension slowly dissipating. Beyoncé finally broke the silence, her tone measured. "You needed me?"

Onika grinned, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Yes, I did. I do."

Beyoncé tried to hide her smile, maintaining her professional demeanor. "So, what am I needed for?"

Onika's grin widened. "Move to the corner."

Beyoncé raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued but her resistance still strong. "No, I'm busy. You made it sound urgent, Onika."