Malik - Z.M (Book 1, Malik Series)

5.

I don't know where my self control came from, but by the time I had opened the package, it was at home when Taylor and Kevin decided to go out for their dinner date that they tried to pressure me to come along with.

I wasn't into fine dinning as much as they were. A good home cooked meal was the way too go, and the fact that I had a huge package from my new job I landed today was screaming at me to open it.

I grabbed a knfe from the kitchen and ripped through the seal before tossing it aside and continuing the job with my own bare hands.

Excitement momentarily buzzes through me as I finally get it open.

There's a few things in there, but what catches my eye is the gold box containing the expensive tool that has been on my wishlist for as long as I could remember.

Because it was so expensive and way too much, even more than what my student loan could offer, I decided to just stick with Taylor's.

Grabbing it out as if it were a tiny lttle object, struggling to hold itself together, I bite my lip and smile down at it as I rub my hand against the sleek box.

"Oh my god." I whisper to myself before finally urging myself to open it and forgetting all about the other things in the box.

I sit on my bed and open the gold package and gush over the gorgeous, large, wide screen.

I squeal inside as more unexpected excitement coarses through me.

On the front of it is the company initials ME. it's obviously the office laptop choice. The recreational Malik laptops are usually blank with the famous logo on it.

These laptops cost a fortune, almost two thousand pounds more expensive than the apple Mac book that Taylor has.

Putting the laptop back in its package,  I grab out the power chord and charge it up as my patience wares thin.

Fuck it. I turn it on straight away and momentarily gaze over at the box of things that are still waiting for my attention.

I'm too hung up on my brand new laptop.

Sighing, I stand from my bed and look in the box while the laptop loads.

I frown as I pull out an envelope. I rip it open before pulling out the crisp clean paper, signed off with the malik enterprises logo on the top right side of the paper.

This guy just loves to leave his mark anywhere doesn't he.

Congratulations, and welcome to the team here at Malik Enterprises.
I undertake to provide my employees the best, so they perform their best. As a company of various departments, I hope you enjoy your journey with Malik enterprises and further your knowledge as further as it can.

We aim to please, here at Malik Enterprises, and please we do.

Thank you.
Zayn Malik.

I frown down at the printed letter and read over it again.

We aim to please was the company slang, if we were speaking in different terms, that is one creepy fucking slang. But the more I read the note, the more strange it gets to me.

"Further my knowledge?" I frown. "This isn't university, Malik." I toss the letter aside and look in the box again, only to see books. Three huge books.

Frowning, I pull one out and read the title; Bound, Forbidden series. Book one.

Three books? Am I suppose to read them. I'm not exactly a book person.

Shrugging, I grab the other two abandoned books from the box and place them on my desk to skim through later on. It probably won't happen when I have a brand new laptop though.