Onika
August 22nd
Atlanta, Georgia

I walked into the building, the tight top I had on practically eating on my sides. I adjusted the hands on it, flipping my wig away from my face as I walked over to the front desk.

The girl there looked a little too young to work as a receptionist, but what do I care.

"Hello," I said as i got no reply. "Uh, good morning. Bitch if you don't-"

"Goodmorning," She finally replied with an eye role as I clinched my jaw. It took every bit of 4 year home training I got from my dead mother not to punch her in the face. "What's your name?," She asked me, flipping through some files. Yesterday Danica called me telling me to get a fake name for this so I used the first name I could up with..

"Barbie."

"Y-your name is Barbie?."

"Yea. Barbie Rachel Montgomery," I smiled lying through my teeth.

"Barbie Rachel Montgomery?."

"That's my name, don't wear it out," I said face palming instantly realising how much if a 45 year old man I sounded like.

"Ok Barbie. Do you have an appointment?."

"I think I do." Danica put Robyn in charge of getting me an appointment and her ass always seems to forget anything so I had no idea. The receptionist, without a name tag, checked some things on her computer before getting back to me.

"No you do not." Titi. I swear I'm gonna kill her.

"What the- ok, what do I have to do to get in. Must I have an appointment?."

"Yes you must. But, there is something else I can do for you."

"And what is that," I said, hands on my hip.

"Call the owner for you. But, you don't seem nice so I'm not gonna do it," She chuckled. I took in a deep, very deep breath and letting it out slowly, I'm about to put a bullet through someone's head.

"Oh, that's fine. I'll just talk to him myself thank you very much." I adjust my top again as I began walking into the back, off to the supposed 'owner's' office.

"Where are you going, come back here you're not allowed to."

"Well to bad, Barbie doesn't listen." I kept walking until I felt someone pull my arm back. I turned back instantly pulling my gun out.

"You sure you don't wanna let that hand go?," I smiled as she dropped my hand. "If anyone hears about this, you're gonna be the Turkey in my Thanksgiving dinner on God."

"Oh, good morning Ms.." I heard from behind me. I turned around to see the man, Matthew, Damica was yapping about.

"Ms. Montgomery. Barbie Montgomery," I said shaking his hand.

"Oh, that's a rather unusual name, its beautiful though," He shrugged.

"I know, I know," I smiled as I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

"My name is Mr-"

"Matthew. Matthew Knowles."

"How do you know?."

"Uh, who doesn't," I laughed.

"I know right. Anyways, let's go."

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I sat down on the chair in his office. It looked really big. The diamond jewellry in cases that shun under the light added a more better taste to the setting, I see myself stealing some before i finish this mission.

"So sir, do i have the job?," I asked with a straight face.

"Uh, no not yet. You still need atleast some type of questioning and background check-"

"Ugh ok. My name is Barbie Rachel Montgomery, I'm from Trinidad but I grew in Britain, I love the colour pink, I'm a foodie and I love my sleep," I said with a really convincing British accent. These lies just came rolling out, well it was part of my training so I'm a skilled liar.

"Oh, uh ok I guess that's a really good-"

"Daddy are you in here?." I heard from down the hall as someone knocked on the door.

"Who that?," I asked as I watched him open the door.

"That would be my first daughter, Beyoncé." The girl walked in hugging her father. I looked at her face to see a nice smile then at her body. White really looked good on her.

"Hi dad," She smiled letting him go as she went over to sit down. "Who's she?."

"Barbie Montgomery, my new secretary," He said as I smiled. I knew no one could refuse my fine ass.

"Oh that's cool. Daddy, I wanna go out. The driver took Solange out and the other one is out. I'm going somewhere I cant have my friends at so I need a driver," She sighed. Rich kid problems though.

"Awwn. Barbie can you drive?." I smirked, his car bout to turn to mayonnaise.

"Doi. What car am I driving?."

"A Lamborghini," He said twerling the keys in his hand as I snatched it from him.

"I'll see ya'll out-" I got cut off by the receptionist walking in.

"Bey, Shawn is calling. He wants to know how long its gon take you to meet him."

"Diamonté get out!," Beyoncé said shooing her away. I looked at Diamonté with a surprised face.

"Uh, she's your friend?."

"Yea," Bey shrugged as her dad started talking to her about some shit. I walked over to Diamonté looking her right in the eyes.

"You my luv, just bought yourself a whole sack of my craziness."

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"Bye dad!," Beyoncé yelled as she angrily got into the car, slamming the door.

"Yikes, what happened?."

"Drive."

"I'm just trying to be caring-"

"Just fucking drive!," She said wiping a tear away from her eyes as I started driving. The car ride was really quiet with her just sniffling all through it.

"If I'm going to drive you may I atleast know the place we're going?."

"Yes, but I'll tell you when we get there. I'm really sorry for being rude earlier it's just," ah here we go, some heartfelt discussion I dont wanna be in. "I'm a fucking 26 year old and all I wanna do is live my life free and fair but I can't. I can't even leave my house with getting a driver or body guard from my father. I cant even have a boyfriend. I've been in a hidden relationship with this guy, Shawn and my dad found out today because of Dianonté, now he wants me to leave him. And even though I wont I just want to be free," She said crying as she wiped her eyes with a tissue. God thing she had on light makeup, or I'd be crying for her face right now.

"Baby you're 26?, dang you're two years older than me, that's surprising," I chuckled as she looked at me with a straight, angry face.

"I fucking hate you."

"Hush luv, you dont even know me. Anyways I think we're at your stop," I said stopping at McDonald's.

"H-how did you know?," She said shock written all over her face.

"I just know," I lied. I had an airpod in so Ama was telling me everything I needed to know.

"Ok thank you."

"Yea and honey, lemme tell you this, men are scum, ya here me. Best to have em as friends and or best friends and nothing more, cause they will hurt you, not saying girls will do any different but... shit all I'm saying is dont get hurt and tell Diamonté shes on my bad list. Do you know how long I had to stand in that reception thinking she was someone important," I rolled my eyes as she blushed instantly hiding it away.

"Its a harmless prank Barbie, she does it all the time," She said getting out of the car and leaving.

"Oh yea, well watch me do a bunch of HARMLESS PRANKS with your father's Lamborghini, I do it all the time."

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