Onika, a single mother, is desperate to find a cure for her daughter's mysterious illness. Just as hope fades, she meets Dr. Beyoncé Knowles, a determined doctor who refuses to give up.
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Beyonce Knowles Queens, New York October 12, 2024
I knocked on the door and walked in, doing my best to keep it professional, though I was already irritated.
"Ms. Maraj," I started, keeping my voice calm. But of course, before I could say anything else, Jayceon stood up and cut me off.
"And Mr. Taylor. We're both here," he said, like his presence suddenly mattered.
I glanced at him, keeping my face as neutral as I could, but inside, I was already rolling my eyes. I plastered on a petty smile.
"I'll only be addressing the parent who's actually been here," I shot back, my words sharper than I intended but not caring at all.
I caught him mumbling under his breath, "This bitch is unprofessional."
I clenched my jaw for a second, my patience running thin, but I wasn't about to let him get to me. Nicki glanced at him, telling him to cut it out, and I turned my attention back to her, trying to stay cool.
"Ms. Maraj, we have to reschedule Amora's surgery for tomorrow morning," I said, keeping it together. "But we'll still be checking on her every hour until then."
Nicki nodded, clearly frustrated with the delay, but she wasn't saying much. I was about to leave when Amora's little voice stopped me in my tracks.
"Dr. BB!" she called out, patting the bed. "You have to see my costume!"
I couldn't help but smile, despite how pissed off I was feeling inside. I walked over to the bed and sat down, pushing everything else aside.
She was so excited, showing me all the different princess dresses she wanted to wear, talking about how her mommy was going to do her hair and put lip gloss on her. It was adorable.
I gasped dramatically, playing along. "You're gonna be the prettiest princess I've ever seen!"
But I could feel it—the shift in the room. I could feel Jayceon's eyes on me, staring. When I glanced up, he was watching me like he was trying to figure me out, and it made me uncomfortable as hell.
I wasn't about to let him get in my head, though, so I stayed focused on Amora.
Finally, he turned to Nicki.
"Can I talk to you outside?" he asked, like I didn't know he was about to pull some bullshit.
Nicki hesitated, and I could see the conflict on her face, but she agreed and got up, leaving the room with him. As soon as they were gone, I exhaled, glad that the tension in the room left with him.
Amora kept playing her game, all focused, and I couldn't help myself. I had to ask. "Are you happy your daddy's here?"
She shrugged, barely looking up from her game. "I don't like him."
