Beyonce's POV
L.A. California
Sept. 15
9:45pm
I stood in my office packing my things to go home. Nicki called about 6 times in the last fifteen minutes saying I was late and how she had already made dinner and was now putting the kids to bed. Everyone said their goodbyes until it was just me and this one girl name Angela on the floor.
I looked up once my shit was packed looking through my office window and I spotted Angela. She stared back at me and I quickly looked down grabbing my keys.
Leaving out of my office, Angela rushed over to me, her papers flying loosely out of her bag behind her. She looks back and gasp and goes to get the papers. I shake my head walking to the elevator, no I was not about to help her, wasn't even a thought either.
I check my watch and it's almost ten o'clock, I was supposed to be home at 9. Once the elevator doors finally opened I was able to get on.
"Beyonce could you hold the door for me?!" Angela yelled. I rolled my eyes with a sigh and put my hand out to keep the doors from shutting. She rushed on with her papers scattered in her hands.
"Thank you." She said breathily. I nodded.
"Don't get used to it." I said. She stuffed her papers in her purse and touched my elbow before speaking. I pulled away looking at her.
"What?" I asked.
"I just wanted to say thank you for everything. Most people aren't as nice as you are." Angela said. I furrowed my eyebrows. Bitch the only thing I did was hire you, mostly being because I was told.
"Bitch the only thing I did was hire you." I said realizing I had no filter. I thought I could say it in a nicer way. She frowned but smiled with a laugh.
"You're funny." She said playfully slapping my chest. I looked down at where her hand made contact and before I could speak my wife was calling me.
"Hell-
"Who you with Beyonce?" Nicki said with an attitude. I furrowed my eyebrows.
"What the fuck you mad about-
"Answer my damn question, my senses telling me something is going on that I would beat somebody ass for! Now is it your ass or her ass?!" Nicki semi yelled. First off all, her senses are good as hell. Kinda creepy. I looked at Ashely as she stared back at me.
"I think it's her ass, but let me ask just to be sure." I said. Nicki huffed in the back ground.
"Excuse me hoe, I mean Angela, um my wife is on the phone and I want to know were you trying to flirt with me or?" I asked.
"Why?" She asked. I stale face her.
"I think Ima beat her ass before you do." I said. Nicki didn't respond.
"Baby." I called out. I heard her let out a breath.
"Sorry. I was counting to ten to relax my nerves. Be home in ten minutes or I'm kickin your ass." Nicki said.
"For why?" I asked as the elevator finally opened.
"Cause you must be cheating if it take you longer." She said.
"I can bust a nut in under ten minutes if the pussy that good." I smirked causing Angela to bite her lip. I mugged her and walked away.
"Hmm. That explains a lot. You need to work on that. Matter of fact stay on the phone with me." Nicki said. I walked to my car in the parking garage and just as I hit the unlock button, Angela stood beside me.
