The Internship (Completed)

Chapter 7

Beyoncé's fingers hovered above her laptop as she subconsciously stopped typing and stared at the office doors for the umpteenth time that day.

It wasn't the first time that week she had been delusional enough to think she would come back, as if nothing had happened—as if Beyoncé hadn't done what she did.

It was getting tiresome and all the heiress wanted was to get it past her so it didn't occupy every space of her mind everyday.

The smarter and more dominant side of her told her to stand her ground; maybe then she could save herself from feeling any more pain, yet there was a smaller—more desperate—part of her that screamed for her to run out the doors and finally deal with what was bothering her for the past week.

But Beyoncé, being the rational and controlled person she was—or so she liked to believe—held back and dove headfirst into work as she let her guilt and regret gnaw at her insides.

She blinked as she caught herself starting to space out, shaking her head as she attempted to refocus her attention back to her laptop. She tried to make sense of the words on the screen but no matter how much effort she put, she saw nothing but useless lines and scribbles.

With a deep and tired sigh, she shut her laptop with a snap and leaned back against her chair as she stared up at the ceiling.

Doing so shouldn't have made her think of the one person—causing a stab of pain go through her heart every time she recalled that night—but the plain surface of the ceiling only served as a canvas her mind wished to paint on.

Beyoncé squeezed her eyes shut, but she soon realized that doing so wasn't the best idea when it came to avoiding being reminded of Kelly; because behind her eyelids lied the most vivid reminder of all—each and every memory Beyoncé had of their time together.

She opened her eyes as she started to feel tears forming at the mere thought of what she ruined. She drew in a shaky breath because suddenly it felt like there was something constricting her—making it hard to breathe, squeezing out the tears to make them spill from her eyes.

She figured that was what grief felt like, because that was the only feeling she thought could properly describe what she was going through at that particular moment.

But at the same time it felt more than just grief. Maybe it was because she knew that no matter how much she tried to deny it, she knew she was the one to blame for everything that went wrong.

Maybe if I actually listened to my father, she thought to herself. Beyoncé blinked away the tears that involuntarily formed in her eyes as she tried to stop herself from overthinking to little avail.

Maybe if she did what her father wished, she wouldn't have ruined any chance she had with Kelly. Beyoncé realized the moment her apartment door was slammed shut that even a mere friendship would've been enough for the heiress; because at least then she would still have the woman in her life.

Don't ever speak to me again, the woman's last words echoed in the CEO's mind.

She stared at the chair Kelly sat on the first time Beyoncé had laid eyes on her as her mind was flooded with the memory of the night that Kelly left her. She felt the same regret settle deeper into her bones, threatening to overwhelm her completely. What she would give to take it all back, to start over, to have her back.

She heard the office doors slide open and her head immediately shot up, hope evident in her eyes, the name she didn't dare utter in the past week on her lips,

"Kel—" she started to say but immediately cut herself off once she realized that she had allowed herself to hope when in fact she knew what she wanted to happen was impossible.