Saturday | April 28th 2015| LAX Airport| Los Angeles, CA| 5:37 am
"Robyn bring ya ass on!" Melissa yelled at me trudging toward the private jet.
It was too fucking early and I was still drunk off my ass from last night. I was running on one hour of sleep and I was just not in the mood.
"Ima get there when I get there." I say with attitude keeping at my slow pace.
I climbed the steps to the jet and Beyoncé was already there, on her laptop ,with her headphones plugged in.
"Hey, Goodmorning y'all." She says with a sweet smile as she pulls her headphones out.
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I hated her. She looked flawless even at five in the morning. No makeup, hair frizzy and all.
"Mornin' boss lady." I say winking and saluting her as I took my seat by the window.
She chuckled in her deep tone like she was fond of the nickname.
"Nic should be here any min-"
Bey's words were cut off by a voice ringing through the whole damn airport.
"I specifically asked for you to rearrange my shoes by color code Safa fu! It ain't that damn hard!"
I knew exactly who's voice that was and my mood got even worse.
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How the hell is her ass angry at 5 am.? And who the fuck did she sucker into organizing and color coding her damn shoes? Who even does that?
"Listen Safar re-re...if I get back and it's not done, I'm finding a new assistant." She hangs up.
She steps on to the jet with some sexy Latina girl, and damn she looked good. Hell I wasn't even thinking about Onika anymore, but her friend definitely had my attention.
