On the Down Low

Someone New

Robyn Rihanna Fenty POV

I hang up the phone. Today has been a very uneventful day on the job. But then again, when has work ever been fun. All I've been doing is taking unimportant calls and making paper airplanes out of old sales reports. My secretary just notified me over a phone call that I'd be interviewing some people for a job as my #2 secretary.

Just as I begin to make a chain of paper clips, I hear a knock at my door...

"Aye baby. I see you're being very productive, Rob." My husband, Chris Brown says playfully while looking down at my chain of paper clips. He leans down and kisses me on the mouth.

Ugh brrrruuuhhhh he tastes like smoke and reeks of liquor. I pull away quickly.

"Hubby, don't you have work today? Don't get me wrong, I like when you visit me here. Lord knows I get bored up in this office."

He laughs a sloppy laugh. "Yeah Rob, I have to be at my office soon but I decided to stop by to see my honey."

Speaking of honey, his eyes look glazed over. Is he drunk, high or both this time? I'm not surprised. He's always some form of intoxicated.

Chris tries to walk out smoothly but stumbles into one of my cabinets.

"Ohh whoops." He hiccups. "Darn these..." He hiccups again. "...shoes. It's so hard to walk in them." I look down at his Jordans. 'Hard to walk in' my ass.

Once he's finally gone, I turn my chair around to face the huge windows at the back of my office. I stare out at the city in front of me.

I have so much money, a husband who loves me, nice clothes, and a powerful job but I'm still not satisfied. My mother used to tell me that this was all I needed and should ever want. Tell me, why do I feel this void in my life?

Beyoncé POV

I casually walk towards an elevator and look around. All I see is white people in stuffy looking suits. You'd think a black owned business would have more black employees... but I guess not huh.

I'm already wary about this place.

I feel so out of place in this building too. My mid length black dress and long CURLY hair really does stand out.

Fuck, I look like I'm going to a nightclub not a job interview. Darn every movie about a boss and a secretary that fall in love and in he movie, the secretary wears sexy stuff. I SHOULD HAVE JUST GOOGLED 'PROPER SECRETARY WEAR' INSTEAD OF TRUSTING FILMS.

At least I'm wearing a suit jacket.

The elevator opens and I see and smell a man who reeks I mean REEKS of liquor. His suit looks expensive and official but he looks like a drunken mess.

He looks me up and down and licks his lips.

"I don't know your name or who you are but you're REAL FINE mami." He says. I crinkle my nose in response to that cringey pick up line.

"Sorry bruh, I don't swing that way." I say and step into the the elevator. I press the "close doors" button on the elevator like 86 times. Please elevator close quickly, I pray.

As the doors close, he says. "So you're one of them dykes huh. That's hot."

Ewwww fuck outta here. Boy bye uh uh.

The elevator door finally closes on that dumb ass.

I stand in the elevator, waiting for it to reach floor 23. I take out my phone and look at a missed call from my dad and a few texts from some friends. I'll contact them later, right now I have to focus on this interview. The only question I don't have a good answer for is, "why do you want to work here?"

I don't want to work here dafuq, but I need to come up with a good answer so I can bag this job.

The elevator stops and the doors open. I see a bunch of women and men bustling around in their work attire. The women wear skirts and blouses and the men wear suits. I look like a movie star compared to them. When I step out of the elevator, people start staring at me. Disbelief is written across their faces.

There is a part of the floor full of nervous looking women and men, I bet this is where I'm supposed to wait to get interviewed.

I see a blonde woman with a short black skirt and a white blouse that has more than a few buttons unbuttoned looking at me from the corner of my eye. She sits at a desk next to the area of potential employees. I bet she's one of the secretaries. The woman is pretty but she's definitely not my type. The people in this office are either overly relaxed or overly nervous.

The woman looks up from a paper that she was pretending to analyze while she was sizing me up. She thought she was slick.

"So, are you here for the job interview as secretary number 2?" She asks and purses her lips.

"Yes I am. Are you one of Ms. Fenty's secretary?" I ask her. I probably should have asked what her name is or something but I couldn't think of anything else in the moment.

"Yes, I am. I worked hard to be her number 1 secretary too. Ms. Fenty has had 5 different secretaries over the last month and a half." Secretary #1 says proudly.

"Oh." I say awkwardly. What the hell else am I supposed to say bruh? She's telling me the story about her come up to secretary #1 and I don't even know the woman's name.

She folds her hands on her desk and looks at me for a second. "My name is Katherine Upton but you can call me Kate." She sticks her hand out and I shake it. She stares at me intensely. I could be hallucinating but she seems kinda passive aggressive. Maybe I'm just overthinking things. So far, this work environment is not ideal.

"My name is Beyoncé Knowles. You can call me Beyoncé." I say. Kate and I aren't friends yet so I'll be damned if I let her call me Bey anytime soon.

"Alright Beyoncé. It's nice to meet you. One piece of advice, if you do get the job, don't get too personal with Ms. Fenty. It took me years to gain her trust and faith. So, you know, just let me handle all of the talking and personal work with Ms. Fenty if you're hired here that is." Kate says with a tight and phony smile on her face.

SEE BITCH. I KNEW THERE WAS A CATCH TO HER UNCANNY KINDNESS. Aw hell, my future co worker is a Ms. Fenty obsessed nut. I know if this Kate woman sees me simply shaking hands with Ms. Fenty anytime in the future, she'll burst into flames. What the fuck kind of office is this?

"Okay, Kate. I'll keep that in mind. Hopefully it won't take me years to earn Ms. Fenty's respect and trust. That would be tragic." I swiftly turn away, flip my hair, and walk to the other side of the waiting room.

Author's Note

DAAAAAMMMMNNNNN BEY'S A SAVVVAAAAGGGGEE.

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