Beyoncé Knowles can't believe her annoyingly perfect personal assistant has actually resigned from her cushy, highly paid position, and she intends to tell her exactly what she thinks about it.
But when she gets to her place, she comes to realize s...
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Beyoncé was confused, and admittedly pretty pissed off for a minute, but after a while, she just laughed it off. The woman had more guts than she had believed.
Onika Maraj was a mystery; everything about her confused Beyoncé. Despite what she'd revealed, she kept expecting her to behave just like Kehlani, just like every other girl belonging to their social class, but she didn't.
Beyoncé found herself thinking about what her mother had said about her. Yes she was an ass. Her instinct was to put the business first, ignoring the human element. She should have said yes, or at least asked why she was so desperate to leave. It was the very first time that she asked to leave early in close to four months-and only a couple of hours early. She was entitled to plenty of personal days, and she had taken not none.
She didn't know much about the woman, but given her work ethic, there must have been a compelling reason. Perhaps her useless husband had shown his face, that idea made her feel conflicted-she might be getting him to sign on the dotted line right now. But the thought of them alone in the same room was enough to make Beyoncé want to throw the first thing her hand landed on at the wall.
So much for ignoring her attraction to her.
Beyoncé told herself that she ought to apologize after the weekend, all the while knowing that she wouldn't; apologizing meant admitting to her fault, and for better or worse, she was the CEO of the firm. That just wouldn't do.
She proceeded to work through the pile of tasks that she had assigned to Onika, and two hours later, she was swearing under her breath. Jesus, how did the woman get through all of this in mere minutes? She wasn't anywhere near done, and she knew she had given her jobs like these every single day. She seriously needed to give her a raise. And some credit. Maybe even a well done from time to time.
Monday, she promised herself.
Three days later, Beyoncé hesitated in front of the elevator, preparing her herself for the upcoming ordeal.
She'd thought things out most of the previous night, and she had come to the conclusion that neither Onika not she had been on their best behaviour on Friday afternoon. She should have told her why she wanted to leave her job-that was basic professional etiquette-but she was woman enough to admit that she should have asked, too.
She'd have to say something about it today, no doubt-and the idea made her feel uneasy, vulnerable.
Dammit. Damn her. Cursing under her breath, she got in, punched the new button granting access to the top floor, glad to see maintenance had come through during the weekend, and prepared her speech as the elevator took her up.
When the doors opened, she was ready-she knew exactly what she was going to do. She'd start with a "good morning." then she'd look at her seriously, meaning business, to take control of the situation, before admitting to her fault.
Beyoncé felt something strange, unfamiliar: a sense of pride she wasn't used to. Like...her mother would have been proud of her. Maybe even her father.
How strange.
Her good feeling disappeared when she pushed the glass revolving door and looked up to her personal assistant's desk, expecting a sensual, beautiful, Raven haired, woman, with brown eyes eyes behind it. Instead, there was a young woman she didn't even recognize.
What the...
"What are you doing here?" she barked, and the woman jumped, practically shivering. But she stayed silent, so she tried again. "Where is Onika?"
She didn't think she'd said that name out loud-ever. It felt strange on her tongue, somewhat familiar, which was in inappropriate and ridiculous.
The woman started muttering uncertainly, so that she didn't understand.
This just wouldn't do. Sighing, she walked past her and into the break room, heading for the coffee machine. She brewed herself one cup and prepared a second one before coming back to the desk, where the annoyingly unOnikaish girl was still shivering.
"There. Coffee. Drink."
She looked at her like she'd grown a second head; she sort of felt like she might have.
Tentatively, she took a sip, as if expecting it to be poisoned.
When she set the cup back down, Beyoncé tried again, keeping her temper in check as best she could.
"I'm a little confused to see you here. Care to tell me where my assistant is?"
She'd spoken softly, slowly, and she had to admit it did sound a little intimidating, so no need to wonder why the girl's eyes bulged, but she stayed put, and finally managed to get her voice to an acceptable decibel.
"I...I've been sent by HR. Temporarily. To replace Ms. Maraj."
This didn't make any sense, and she told her so, but the little blonde apparently wasn't aware of that.
"Ma'am, we assumed you knew. She resigned."
Lost for words, shocked, feeling like she'd just dropped a bucket of ice on her head, she was unable to move for so long the girl softly prompted, "Ma'am?"
She ignored her, turning away slowly.
She remembered her saying it, of course, but she'd taken it for what it should have been: a fucking joke.
How dare she. How fucking dare she! She got paid six figures to make coffee and organize files. She'd picked her out of pure nepotism, bypassing dozens of options either more qualified or deserving than her, and that was how she repaid her? By throwing it in her face?
Bey was fuming. She treated her with respect-her infatuation hadn't led her to take any liberty with her.
Sure, she might be curt, and a little strict, but no employee had ever resigned on her watch. She fired people, dammit.
"Ma'am, should I call HR..."
"No, that's quite all right. I... I will deal with this misunderstanding myself."
The girl still seemed worried.
"Actually, yes. Yes, you can call HR. I need Ms. Maraj's employee file brought up immediately."
She had an address to pull from it.
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This Chapter?
Nicki?
She really quit. 😬
Beyoncé?
She finally realized Nicki was for real.
She is going to go to Nicki's apartment!
Is this too far?
What do you think her reaction will be, when she sees the dump Nicki lives in?
