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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Something had shifted sometime over the previous week, irrevocably.
The following Monday, Onika went to work eager to see Beyonce, and half frightened that she might just be back to the temperamental jerk she was used to, but when she arrived at half 'til eight, she was already there, approaching her desk, two coffees in hand.
"Thank you," she said, smiling up to her.
Things were so weird. Weird because her smile wasn't ironic and forced; weird because she returned it, and weird because they looked at each other without a word for a beat too long before she awkwardly cleared her throat while she sipped her coffee, desperate for something to do.
This was new. There was... chemistry between them. A sizzling current barely concealed under the surface. She'd never felt it before, her attraction had seemed entirely one-sided, but now that they'd somehow acknowledged they didn't dislike each other, there was no denying the... potential for more.
With her boss.
Dammit.
"How's Blue?" she asked.
It should have been a safe subject, but the fact that she genuinely seemed to care made her want to grab her by the collar and pull her face to hers. She wasn't sure if she would let her go.
"Well. She asked if we could go see you yesterday," Onika, added smiling and shaking her head.
Beyonce frowned, displeased. "Next time she does, call me."
She could feel her cheeks reddening.
"We have a lot of work to catch up on," she said casually running her fingers through her hair, brushing it back.
Her movement fascinated her; Onika forced herself to look away, to stop wishing that she could touch her honey blonde curls.
"There's a bunch of messages to run through, so let's get to it. I called downstairs and asked that someone bring refreshments every hour, but don't forget to take your break if I don't emerge for a while."
She nodded, feeling awkward because bringing refreshments was her job. She didn't want her to stop treating her like her personal assistant–Onika took a lot of pride in her work, after all.
Ten minutes later she, shrugged that notion off. No, she delegated the coffee break tasks because she was going to be rushed off her feet until the end of the year, at least. There were over a thousand emails and dozen of messages to run through– and the admin assistant had already dealt with the non-important ones.
She was confused at first, but listening to the first voicemail clarified what had caused that mini Armageddon.
"Beyonce, my woman, what is it that I hear? You, taking a personal leave of absence? Well I never. Hope you're enjoying yourself. Please call about the Kordei–Hamilton deal."
