Take Heed [z.m.]

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Quick Note: I am not planning to show Zayn's point of view unless if it is necessary.

This chapter is dedicated todinacio, @smittenoverbrits and @chocolatecovered and lifetowrite

Thank you so much guys ILYSM

Victoria

Walking towards Murdoch's office was supposed to be something called 'the walk of shame'. People were eying me suspiciously, probably confused by the silly grin written on my face. The files were held and pressed by my hip, proud of our work. Well, my work.

I reached the reception counter, smiling at Catherine and she returned the gesture.

"How can I help you?" She asked politely.

"Can I speak to Mr. Murdoch please?"

"Right this way." She smiled, leading me into the familiar glass door. Her hips swaying gracefully everytime she took one step.

That was totally lesbian. Disgusting. Not that I have something against lesbians, but gross. For me.

Just as I entered Murdoch's sleek and modern office, the sensation of intimidation invaded my body.

Catherine left the room as soon as Murdoch himself witnessed my presence, a smile instantly crawling upon his features. His usual formal attire was at full display, making me smile in return.

"Come sit Ms. Dane.." He trailed off, beckoning to the comfy leather chair in front of his desk. I sat down, settling the folder on top his desk.

"Is it finished?" He asked, his voice filled with disbelief.

I rolled my eyes at the irony. "Why would I be here if it wasn't?" I replied simply.

He grabbed the folder, skimming through the pages. Murdoch pursed his lips as he examined every bit of mywork. I could not stop myself from feeling nervous as I bit my bottom lip and cluthching the fabric of my skirt.

I knew that if I screwed this up, I would inevitably fired.

And Zayn.

I watched him intently as he pursed his lips, nodding everytime he flipped a page. The silence was absolutely deafening, until he finally spoke.

"Impressive." He said, closing the white folder and placing it on his desk.

One word. It all took one word for my eyes to widen and for me to squeal internally, an undeniable bubbly feeling growing in the pit of ny stomach.

"Thank you Mr. Murdoch." I replied, a satisfied smile on my lips.

"Is Zayn if good help?" He asked curiously. Was he?

Aside the fact that I had been fucking him from the first night we worked on this, he wasn't much of good help. But I knew that if I told him that it was all myefforts, there's a probability that my boss would frown upon him and most likely fire him.

"Yes." I lied, clearing my throat. He did fuck me, so was it considered help?

"You sure?" He asked suspiciously, quirking his brow to one side.

"A hundred percent." I smiled reassuringly.

Murdoch released a deep sigh, leaning his back on the leather set. "Very well, you may now leave." He beckoned to the doors.

I nodded obediently and walked towards the door, ready to escape the uncomfortable tension.

"Oh and Ms. Dane?" Murdoch called, making me snap my head to his direction.