She beckoned one of the members of her security. "Kenyon go get me that girl at the bar.." she began.
"That's specific." He shot back sarcastically.
Nicki just stared at him straight faced, unblinking. "Like I said, go get me that girl at the bar...
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to any (song) names/persons mentioned in this story. This is a fictitious representation of events. Uses are for entertainment purposes only.
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August 31, 2014 - 12:39pm - Alexander McQueen Warehouse - Manhattan, NY
Bey POV
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"The dress isn't gonna work without the belt. It looks like a sugarplum fairy meets the Grateful Dead."
I rolled my eyes and sat back in my chair eyeballing the design. The dress had potential, but in my opinion it needed serious alteration. I placed a plastic sheath over the sketch and began to make mock alterations. Suzanne, Gail, Mark (another designer) and myself had been on a conference call about it for nearly an hour and I was losing patience by the minute. Almost none of my input was being taken. I didn't even know why I was present.
The deadline for the fall ready-to-wear collection was on our heels and every detail was being made from a mole-hill into a mountain. I turned the volume down on my headset a little and rubbed my temples. At this rate I was gonna be working through lunch.
I knew not to complain though. Suzanne had me on a tight leash every since I returned to work. My contract allotted me sick time, but the press I got from my little episode is really what she was worried about. It painted the company in a particular light and it hindered my credibility in some ways. But I was on a mission to prove that my designs ran ahead of my actions. My stomach growled and I rustled through my purse for my bag of peanut-butter M&Ms.
"Beyoncé," Suzanne cleared her throat. "It's a little last minute but I need you to fit Nicki for her Billboard shoot. She asked for you specifically."
I let go of the bag instantly and the candy spilled all over the floor. What? I hadn't spoken to Nicki in over a month.
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As soon as I touched down and turned my phone on I had 27 missed calls and 9 unread texts from Nicki. I scrolled through them, each one becoming increasingly more frantic. My lip trembled in despair. I missed her so much already but I know leaving was the best thing for me. My phone started ringing again and I took a deep breath before answering.
"Hello?"
"Bey? Where the fuck are you!?" Nicki bawled. "I've been looking everywhere for you. I got up to pee and you weren't here. Please tell me you didn't leave."
I tucked my hair behind my ears nervously and took another deep breath. Nicki's tears always caught me off guard, she was so closed off from emotion I knew my leaving had to hurt to the core. I prayed she would be able to understand.
