Empire // h.s. au

Dinner Parties

Harry Styles

It amazed me that Samantha actually signed the agreement. I mean, I knew my persuasion skills were good. But that good? Never. She was a hardheaded girl, but my threat clearly threw her over the edge. Her job was important to her, something I actually admired. 

It's not that I necessarily wanted to pull out that argument, but it was my best bet at getting her to sign the damn agreement. 

The agreement. Sleeping with Samantha was a mountain sized mistake. It shouldn't have occurred and I definitely should have stopped it instead of encouraging it.  But I didn't. 

I was amazed in myself, actually. I was an incredibly professional guy, but here I was doing the most unprofessional thing a business man like myself could possibly do. I slept with an employee. Not just that, but I broke my number one rule for myself. 

She was an intern and I was a billionaire. I practically owned an Empire and she worked for me 

That's about as divided as it gets. 

Bruno opened the car door for me, nodding at me. I nodded back and entered into the car, sighing and putting the papers Samantha signed into my briefcase. 

"Where to Mr. Harry?" Bruno asked, lowering the window between us. 

"The office, I have some business to finish," I answered as I made myself a Manhattan. Alcohol sounded pretty damn good at this very moment. 

He closed the window without anymore conversation. My phone buzzed and rang next to me, different emails coming through and calls from employees. 

Finally, though, I got a call from Louis. 

"Styles," I said, not bothering to greet him. 

"Well hello to you too," Louis chuckled. I could practically see him rolling his eyes. "Do you want to come to dinner tonight at my place? Eleanor just got back into town from Paris and she wants something home cooked with friends." 

"Yes, because I'd love to go to dinner with a couple who is more sexually active than myself and all of their couple-y friends," I said, sarcasm dripping in my voice. 

"Aw mate, I think you're just jealous," Louis said, ignoring my rude tone. He was the one person that understood my intensity and my need for order and professionalism. He let me be with it and didn't think I should change it. In ways, he respected it. 

And sometimes envied it.

Louis was a heart-on-the-sleeve type of guy. Always showing his emotions and sometimes letting them get in the way of his business. That's partly why he wanted me to invest. He knew nothing personal would get in the way of my investment, even before he truly knew me. It was my reputation in the business world. 

And it was true. Although I had a strong friendship with Louis, it has never affected our business deal. If he wanted more money and I didn't think I should give it to him, I wouldn't give it to him. And he respected and understood that. 

"So will you join us?" Louis asked again. he as a persistent guy, something I had learned over the years. "Plus, we're not inviting just couples!"

"If it gets you to shut up, fine," I muttered, immediately regretting it. Louis' dinner parties were always train wrecks. It typically consisted of him getting absolutely wasted and then Eleanor yelling at him for embarrassing her. 

Like I said, Louis wouldn't be considered as a professional. 

"Alright, see you at 8, tonight," Louis said, hanging up the phone in a flash.