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...
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June 28, 2014 - 8:56am - Lenox Hill Hospital - Manhattan, NY
Nicki POV
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"I know Melissa, but I can't make it. I have to be home right now."
I rubbed my temple and closed my eyes. I'd been chewed out by almost every member of my team and my label this morning for missing studio time, running out on a shoot, and to add insult to injury I was supposed to be in flight to LA right now for the BET Awards tomorrow.
"You're costing the label about 80,000 dollars Onika do you understand that?"
"Lis I can't leave her. I can't do it. She's getting out today and going home to what? Are you seeing what people are saying about her?! I was the reason she was there in the first place!"
"I'm not paid to do damage control on your little girlfriend! I specifically asked you how you wanted to me to spin the story. I could've made you both look like the President and First Lady of hip-hop but you told me that there was no relationship there. I looked you dead in your eyes and warned you she might retaliate against how you responded to the rumors. And what did you say to me?"
I gritted my teeth and took a deep breath to calm myself. This was all going so wrong.
"What did you tell me Onika!?"
"I said I was gonna handle it." I sighed, wiping my face.
"This is what you call handling it? Fucking shit up for yourself? I don't care what you do in your personal life but when it starts interfering with me and my money that's when we have a problem. I'm rescheduling your flight for 11am today and you better be on it. Handle your business Nic."
She hung up and I screamed in frustration, punching the concrete wall. "FUCK!" I yelled, pulling back and shaking out my swollen knuckles. Deep down I knew I brought this on myself. From the jump this could've all went a different route. If I would've just listened none of this would've ever happened.
A nurse rushed over to me and surveyed my hand. "Are you alright dear?"
"I'm good." I lied. Shit hurt like a bitch.
She chuckled. "I'll get you an ice pack. Why don't you have a seat while the doctor finishes with Ms. Knowles."
I looked down at my phone trying to figure out what I was gonna do. Leaving Bey was not an option what if she tried this shit again? But my image and my credibility was gonna suffer severely if I didn't make my appearances. I had already fought with my label tooth and nail to be able to record the music I wanted on my album. If I made one more wrong move they might force me to scrap the project.
