The Intern [h.s]

Chapter 2

Soz but look how long Harrys finger is **thinks dirty thoughts**

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He sat in his chair in a black suit, with a black shirt and tie. It was an unusual look, but he most definitely pulled it off; after all, he was the owner of a fashion company.

He smirked as I entered, I was desperately hoping it wasn't because he recognised me from earlier. If he did I will just have to quit because of the embarrassment, he could never take me seriously after our first encounter being with me on the floor with my arse sticking up in the air.

"You must be Cassidy Owen, my new intern." He spoke slowly in a very deep, rough voice. My name rolled off his tongue perfectly, each syllable pronounced in a way that made it sound amazing.

"Yes, hello Mr. Styles." I said with a smile, holding my hand out for him to shake.

He took hold of my hand and shook it firmly, my Grandad always said you can tell a business man by his hand shake. I guess I know what he meant now.

"Take a seat." He said as he let go of my hand. I slowly sat down and he lowered himself back into his office chair the other side of the desk shortly afterwards.

"Now Miss Owen, It says here you are still only 17, so I guess this is your first job?" He asks, every syllable spoken in a heavenly way.

"I worked for about a year in my family's cafe, after schools and weekends. I still help out sometimes when my Dad needs me, but I wanted to pursue my dream career" I said, probably way to fast as I tend to speed up what I am saying when I am nervous.

"Thats what I like to hear." Mr. Styles said, his facial expression not showing much.

"How long have you been interested in fashion?" He said. This was like the internship interview all over again. Is this like my second interview and if the boss doesn't like me I lose the job?

"As long as I can remember. When I was young my Mum would pick out my outfits and I would change them when she wasn't looking if I didn't think they looked nice" I said with a slight chuckle, remembering the funny tales of my childhood my Mum told me.

"You will start doing office and secretary work, but if you work hard enough and show enough potential, you never know, you could be moved onto designing." Mr. Styles said.

"Would you like a tour of the office? I normally would get one of the employees to do it, but they are all busy preparing for the fashion show next month, so I guess I'll have to do it." He said, standing up and re-buttoning his suit jacket.

He showed me round all the rooms and introduced me to a few employees. Then we went back up to the top floor, where he led me to a medium sized room next to his own office with a desk and chair located in the centre.

"This will be your office for the foreseeable future as my regular assistant is on maternity leave." He said, gesturing his hand towards the room.

"Wow, I wasn't expecting an office, thank you so much Mr.Styles" I said, genuinely shocked that I had been given my own office, when I was so new to the job.

"Well you will be standing in as my assistant, so I need to keep you close, Miss Owen." He said, briefly glancing at me and I could have sworn I saw a faint smile on his usually straight face.

"I'll leave you to get settled in, theres some filing cabinets over there which can be used however you want, and theres a sheet of paper on the desk with my work email and phone number and all the contact details for people you may need to contact in the building. I'll E-Mail you over some work when I need to. Theres a small kitchen the other side of my room with things to make drinks and a microwave, you are free to use that whenever you want" He said as he ran his hand through his hair.

"Yes Sir" I said, then he turned on his heel and headed out the door, closing it behind him.

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That night I got home around 5:45 and made myself some dinner, I lived alone in my small London flat. It only had one bedroom, a bathroom and a pretty small kitchen/living room area.

I got into bed at 10pm and got out my laptop, I had decided at work today that I would research my mysterious boss, as I knew absolutely nothing about him or his business.

I went on to google and typed in 'Harry Styles'. The first thing that came up was a wikipedia page. I clicked on it and started reading.

Harry Styles, (29) is the owner of world renowned fashion company, Styles&Co. Styles&Co was founded in 1997 by Styles Mother, Anne, but Styles took over in 2010 with his friend and business partner, Zayn Malik who later left the business in March 2015 due a disagreement between the two. Styles continues to run the multi million business alone and has expanded to designing clothes for fashion companies all over the world.'

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I know it took me ages to update another chapter but I spent so much time making this perfect so I HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT!!