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Enjoy lovelies💕💕
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1 hour later Rihanna's POV
"Rihanna slow the fuck down and start over.", said Nicki trying to grasp the new found information.
"FBI!", I yelled. "Psalms is FB-fucking-I." I threw the cards on the counter so they could see what my eyes saw.
"Agent Neal.", Beyoncé read looking over the information on the card. "How were we so damn stupid?"
"How were YALL so damn stupid?", asked Nicki slamming the card down.
"Nicki I've been in this business for decades, never has FBI gotten a whiff of my whereabouts or business period.", I said.
"I have some calls to make.", said Beyoncé walking away. She was too calm about all of this. Nicki on the other hand was in utter shock while I just wanted to know how and fucking why.
"Rihanna fix this shit, she's your fucking employee.", said Nicki before also walking away, more like stomping.
How?
The FBI is serious. If we are under investigation we are in a world of trouble. The kids, the business, the enemies. It'll all go to shit, and really fast.
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Beyoncé's POV
I closed the door to my office before sitting at my desk. I have a contact in the FBI who will clear all of this up, or at least clarify what the fuck is going on.
"Hello.", said the dark voice.
"Phil, it's Bey, listen we might have an issue I need you to look into.", I said before explain the situation.
"Agent Neal?", he questioned.
"Yes I need her government name and all info you can find on her, and I also need to know the status of the investigation if there is one."
"Bey this is big, Tyla Neal is running an investigation on you all, but the weird part is there's not much else in here, the rest is redacted.", he said making my stomach tie even tighter. "She's originally from South Africa her maiden name being Seethal."
"So there is an investigation?", I asked.
"On file yes, but from looking in said file, it seems to either be new or not going many bright places.", he replied. That was horrible news with a chunk of good stirred in. I said my thanks before hanging up and contemplating.
Well it's already settled that she has to die but how. She's a federal agent, not a person i can really just dump in the lake and forget about. And plus the woman's been in our house, and she's literally seen every inch of our body. She can identify us by tattoos, scars, hell even the scent of fucking perfume.
