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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2 years later - 2009
ANDERSON COLLINS HAD BEEN A BUTLER FOR over 10 years. He worked for various celebrities and he always made sure his service was always up to their satisfaction. Now, he was working for the famous Richardson family. He nodded his head as two chefs began drizzling the large decorative gingerbread manor with powdered sugar to act as fake snow. The large kitchen island was filled with the Christmas breakfast the private chefs were cooking.
The smell of waffles, gingerbread, and cinnamon rolls filled his nostrils. He headed to the formal living room, making sure the five stockings were perfectly straight. He watched as the maids decorated the tree, placing one large crystal star at the top. The staff had been decorating for nearly two days now and the expensive manor was nearly finished. After, he looked outside, seeing the snowfall to the floor, continuing to fully cover the grass.
He adjusted his cuff links, hearing footsteps behind him in the east stairwell. He turned around, smiling and lowering his head as Beyonce walked downstairs. She made sure not to touch the railings: the housekeepers had decorated the stairs with garland, red bows, white snowflakes, and lights.
"Anderson." She sighed, shaking her head. "I can't believe you and the rest of the staff refused to take the holidays off."
"It makes us happy to be here and we're all in a festive spirit." He verbalized, placing his hands behind his back. "Is there anything I can assist you with?"
"I'm just going to bother my husband as always." She said and he nodded. Beyonce walked towards his grand study, opened the double wooden doors, and walked right inside. He was facing the window, his hands in his pockets and he was on the phone with an investor. As he continued talking, she smiled to herself. About five months ago, he opened a ranch where he and his employees taught people how to ride.
Becoming a business owner wasn't easy... she also knew that. Parkwood Entertainment was set to begin operations in January next year, and trying to balance her life as a future CEO, mother, singer, producer, actress, and wife was interesting.
She looked at the trophies, photos, and awards on the shelf near the fireplace. Then, she heard his voice. "I need Jim to get more saddles and has our CFO gotten back to us yet, Anthony?"
He turned around, his eyes settling on her. He smiled to himself. "My wife's here. Yeah, I got to go. We'll continue this conversation another time. Merry Christmas."
When the phone call ended, Beyonce leaned her head to the side. "It's Christmas and my husband is working."
He placed the phone down, moving in front of his desk and leaning against it. "It's only been around 2 hours?"
