Virgo

Virgo 1.1

Chapter 1 Part 1

A taxi screeches to a halt as Beyoncé Knowles attempts to jaywalk across the street after fighting her way up the subway steps. She jumps back and raises her hand to her chest as she clutches her purse and manilla folder tightly to her so she wouldnt drop it.

"WATCH WHERE YOU'RE FUCKING GOING! IM DRIVING HERE!"the driver shouts at her as he continues to drive down the street

"Sorry" Beyoncé says but it comes out in a soft and nervous whisper that no one could hear. 'You're not in Kansas anymore Bey, you cant just cross the street and not expect to be hit', she thought to herself as she looked at her watch. She didnt want to be late, but she couldnt get killed on the way to this interview.

"Welcome to New York City"a man said to her as the WALK signal turned on and the crowd that surrounded her basically pushed her into the crosswalk.

"Thanks"she said with a smile as she stumbled slightly but he didnt answer back as he disappeared in the crowd. As she walks, she looks at the small piece of paper that had directions on it. Looking more like a tourist than one of the many who populated the island of Manhattan, she looks nothing like the polished and fashionable patrons around her. Her hair is a curly mess, because as she was trying to straighten it, the straightener shorted out, which was very stressful. Her hair looked like shit and she didnt know when she would have the time or the money to replace it. It was a gift that cost almost $250. Her makeup was simple. She didnt have the time as she rushed out the apartment and applied it on the subway. She almost poked her eye out while putting the mascara on so she only settled for navy blue Maybeline eyeliner and her favorite watermelon lipgloss. Simple. She wears her best. White collared shirt, black skirt, black tights and comfortable flats. She had on a worn beige peacoat that had belonged to her mother and a huge scarf to protect her neck from the freezing weather.

Someone bumps into her and her purse snags on one of the buttons on her peacoat and it falls off. "Oh shit"she said as she watches in slow motion as it falls to the ground. However, everyone around her is moving at warped speed, not having the time to get themselves around this person who is looking for a button. They have things to do. She sighs as she keeps going. Great, she hoped no one noticed that now one of her buttons was missing.

"Two blocks to 57th"she said to herself as she checks her paper again as she stops at the corner. Soon she finds the building. 125 W. 57th St. She forces a smile as she looks up at the elegant tower and walks in along with a group of people. They all look at her as she walks through the marvelous marbled lobby with them and get on their way. She looks around in shock. The place was beautiful. The lobby was so big it looked like it could rain in here.

Wait that doesnt make any sense.

A security guard notices her. Its hard not to with the way she was dressed and how she was staring at the place in awe, like she's never seen a lobby before. She was surrounded by Manhattan's elite and she looked like she was lost, or just left Wal-Mart.

He stops her,"Ma'am. You have to sign in"he said as he hands her a clipboard

"Oh ok"she said as she hastily stuffs the directions in her pocket, secures her purse on her right shoulder and puts her manilla folder on the small marble countertop and signs her name. "What floor is Blaze?"

"30th floor"he said. Her eyes widened. 30 floors? "Suite 702"

"Thank you"she says trying to disguise her thick county accent as he gives her a visitors pass and lets her through the turnstile. She waits for an elevator and stands squished between the back wall and a few women who looked like models holding rolls of fabric and huge shopping bags from Calvin Klein, Dolce and Gabbana, Gucci and Louis Vuitton.