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It’s been a long-ass week since I last laid eyes on Beyoncé. We’ve been distant, and not because we wanted to be—just life, you know? I’ve been drowning in work, trying to keep up with my projects, while Bey’s been spending time with her daughter. I get it, I do. Family comes first. But damn, I miss her.
She’s always calling me though, telling me how much she misses me, how she can’t wait to see me again, and I swear, every time I hear her voice, it feels like my heart skips a beat. But today’s a struggle—Lauren’s birthday party is tonight, and I promised her I’d be there. I don’t flake on my besties. But at the same time, I can’t stop thinking about how much I wanna be with Bey. What’s worse, I hear Miss Knowles is coming into the office today with yet another book.
I smirk to myself, knowing damn well that I’ll get to see her sooner than expected. Just thinking about her walking through that door with her fine self… makes it a little hard to concentrate.
Victoria, my boss, walks into the office, snapping me out of my thoughts. “Miss Knowles is coming in today,” she says, excitement in her voice. “With another book.”
I grin. “Damn, she’s fast.”
Victoria sighs dramatically, “Tell me about it. She’s a machine. How do I look?”
I side-eye her. “You not trying to look good for my wifey, are you?”
Victoria rolls her eyes and laughs. “Please. You could never pull someone like Beyoncé.”
I snicker, leaning back in my chair. “Bet.”
Before Victoria can fire back, the door swings open, and the room falls silent. Beyoncé steps inside, looking like she just walked off a damn runway. Her long, wide-legged black pants hug her hips just right, paired with high black heels that make her legs look a mile long. She’s got a sleek black shirt underneath a long black coat, and her hair is falling in waves over her shoulders. She looks so effortlessly fine, it’s ridiculous.
Damn.
“Hey, Miss Knowles,” I say, trying to keep it cool, though I can’t help the smirk tugging at my lips. She blushes slightly—just enough to make my heart race.
“Nice to see you again, Onika,” she says, her voice soft and smooth. That little blush is everything. It’s crazy how someone so powerful and confident can still be shy around me. I love it.
She turns to Victoria, and I watch them exchange pleasantries. Then, Beyoncé says, “You know, Onika rejected my offer to work for me.”
Victoria gasps dramatically, turning toward me. “That’s stupid, Onika. Who turns down working for Beyoncé?”
I roll my eyes. “You wouldn’t understand, so please.” I try to act unbothered, but I can feel the tension rising.
Victoria smirks, clearly amused. “Oh, I’m just saying, if I were you, I’d jump at the chance to work closely with someone as talented as Miss Knowles.”
