Chapter 8

1.Quickie In The Elevator

“Someone please call him, or we won't have jobs to go back to by tomorrow!” Kiara snapped at two of her junior colleagues as she paced in the spacious conference room, using a finger to massage her temple.

Both of her junior colleagues exchanged wide-eyed, worried glances as they almost scurried outside.

“Hey, you're going to cause an inferno in here if you don't calm down.” Beyonce said, looking over her shoulder at Kiara's poor colleague's agitated demeanor.

Then she returned a questioning look to Kiara as she walked into the room.

Ruffling her bob blonde hair, her jaw clenched as she slapped a file on the desk,

“It's Dante. He's-

“Running late? Seriously, I mean we still have thirty minutes before the presentation. Cut the dude some slack for once.” Beyoncé cut in, but Kiara's murderous glare caused her to blink slightly.

“Hey, don't look at me like that. Everyon