Disclosure

Put It Down Part 1

*The Next Night*
August 17
Beyoncé Knowles POV

I had been outside of her residence for about 20 minutes now. I was hesitating over and over again on whether or not I should knock. If I did, what would I say? Could I really just act normal like nothing had even happened the night before?

Alex and I had come to work and Mrs. Harris was nowhere to be found. The housekeeper let us in and we were alone from our arrival to our departure. It worried me greatly. Her dumb ass husband had probably embarrassed her so bad that she wanted to hide. I was probably making a mistake by interfering on her privacy but I needed to at least know she was okay.

So I knocked.

This time Mrs. Harris answered the door. She looked as good as she always did and wore a white silk nightgown. She would usually wear a robe over her night attire but I assumed she wasn't expecting company tonight. She also wore a bare face and my God was she beautiful, but I noticed she looked as though she'd been crying.

"Hi." She said simply.

"Hi." I lifted up my work bag. I wasn't really trying to work but it was going to be my excuse to check on her. Inside of it was something else that I would reveal to her later if she gave me the chance to.

"I'm sorry. You can have tonight off. I should have let you know before you drove all the way here." She mumbled before disappearing quickly. She then came back with a 50 dollar bill.

"For gas." She said, but I put my hands up in a refusal to accept it.

"I'm also here to make sure you're okay." I confessed to her and she then sighed.

"I'm okay. Really you should be at home or with your girlfriend or something." She waved me off.

"I don't have a girlfriend. And I wanted to check on you. What happened the other night wasn't cool and I really feel a way about that. If I do, I know you do too." I told her.

"I overreacted." She said simply. I knew she didn't really feel that way though, just didn't want to show her true feelings to an employee, basically someone she barely knows.

"Is that why you're crying?" I confronted her. "Or are you just used to him talking to you like he's crazy?"

I didn't mean to say the last part but I knew now that it was said, it wouldn't go over easily.

"Beyoncé watch yourself. You're a child you don't know anything." She reprimanded me. For the first time since we had started talking, she finally looked and sounded like herself.

"He's an adult and he obviously doesn't know how much he hurt his wife." I kept going. She looked at me with a displeased expression before she nodded her head to the inside of her home.

"Get in here."

Once I walked in, she walked over to a larger than normal white couch in her living room area. When I sat down beside her, she folded one of her legs over the other.

"I know what happened was probably awkward but i'm fine. You're here to work okay? Not be worried about me and my feelings. I need you to keep it together. You and Alex have a job to do and I don't want anything to sabotage that. Do not feel the need to check up on me or "defend" me." She warned me.

"I will defend you just like I would defend any other woman. I'm sorry I didn't say anything last night. I just was so angry I didn't know what to do."

"That's not your job." She stated again and then left me suddenly for the second time. When she came back she had a wine glass and a very expensive looking wine bottle.