Beyoncé POV
I wake up to the sound of traffic and my roommate trying to cook breakfast. Keyword, trying. I look around for my alarm clock to check the time.
I rub my eyes, put my glasses on and wearily climb out of my California King bed. The job interview to be a secretary at some company is at 9:00am. Luckily, according to my alarm clock it's only 7:30am so I've got time.
I waltz into the kitchen to greet my roomie. Her name is Onika Miraj but I call her Nicki.
She is running around frantically trying to cook eggs, bacon, and pancakes all at the same time. Oh Nicki Nicki Nicki. She knows she can't cook, but I applaud her for trying.
"Bey are you just going to stand there or are you going to help me hoe?!" Nicki yells while attempting to flip a pancake.
"Bitch you know damn well I can't cook either." I say calmly, leisurely sitting on a stool near the kitchen island.
She sighs and turns off the stove.
"Fine. I was just trying to cook a nice breakfast for your super prominent interview to be a secretary. Verrrryyyyy important." She teases.
I roll my eyes. My father wants me to learn how to "work hard" by taking a job that forces me to be a servant for the Mrs. Fenty woman. It's not like I've never had a normal, blue collar job before. Although my family is very well off, I've voluntarily had jobs as a waitress, a store clerk, a camp counselor, and even a dog walker simply for the experience. I'm not sure why my father thinks I haven't been working hard enough. Law school requires dedication, focus, and hard work. And every Saturday, I work at a homeless shelter to keep myself grounded and humble.
"Since there is no food or good company in this kitchen, I'm going to go get ready." I say.
I shower, put on a casual but classy outfit, and brush my hair for a few seconds. Considering the fact that my hair extends to just below my ears, it only takes a few seconds to make it look presentable.
I rush out to the kitchen, grab a bagel, and head towards the door.
"Good luck in your interview Bey. You look hot btw." Nicki says and winks at me.
"Stop flirting with me Nicki. We both know your straight ass would never try anything with me." I chuckle and run out of the door.
I hear her laugh. "It could happen Bey!" She yells and closes the door behind me.
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