Secrets revealed

Chapter 1

*Mckenzie's POV*

'You have got to be kidding me Allison' I hiss into the phone from my office

'I-I'm so sorry, I-'
'I don't want your excuses Allison. I'm a nice boss. I have let you off time after time. Heck I even paid for your visit home and now you can't come and do an interview because you got a little headache. Look don't worry about he interview. Don't worry about your job.'

'But-'
'NO. You have let me down time and time again. It's done. If you need a reference let me know'

I slam the phone down to the desk. I couldn't believe she had let me down again. A-Fucking-gain. I was livid. I have 5 meetings today and now they had to be cancelled just so I can fill in for her mistake

I could send other workers but they all have their own deadlines, meetings and interviews. I refuse to fuck their day up because of some incompetent fool.

I pick up my phone to ring through to my assistant 'Meredith cancel my first two meetings I have something I need to tend to'

I don't give her time to reply before I hang up. I had 20 minutes to get there and it took roughly a 10 minute drive.

I grab my things and walk out of my office shutting and locking the door on the way. 'Meetings are cancelled Miss Keating, your other meetings will start at 11am'
'Thank you Meredith'

I look to my phone it was was now 8:45. I had to be at the interview for 9am. I waste no time in rushing towards my car and jumping in, driving towards the interview in which I shouldn't be taking

On arrival I take a quick look up at the building, to say I'm impressed is an understatement, the building was gorgeous and the interior was even better. I approach the front desk and I see a young women look up as she makes eye contact she cowers under my view

'Er can I help you?' Aw cute she's scared. I remove my sunglasses and flash a smile to make her relax
'Hey yeah I have an interview I need to conduct at 9am, if I'm correct it's top floor?'
'Yeah, I will call through go straight up, there will be chairs on the right hand side, you will be called through'

I say a quick 'thank you' as I walk to the lift and heading to the top floor where I am met with a glass window that's the length and width of the wall, giving an amazing view of the city. Absolutely beautiful. I approach it slowly, taking in every detail as I outlook the city. Forgetting for a moment why I had come here until I heard

'Miss Allison Miller?' I turn hearing the name of the incompetent ex- employee to be met with another women but this time she is in her late 30s
'Hello, I am here to take the interview. Allison was indisposed'
'Of course Miss-'
'Keating, nice to meet you'

'You to Miss Keating, I am Elizabeth, right this way' I follow her through a corridor before meeting a pair of double doors. She knocked twice before she must have heard a 'come in' because I didn't

The doors swings open 'sir, Miss Keating is here to do the interview'
Without turning he speaks 'Miss Keating? I was expecting A Miss Miller'

'Yes, I must apologise for the mishap. Miss Miller is in other words indisposed. Therefore I will be filling in, I do hope that's okay?' I watch out the corner of my eye as Elizabeth backs out of the room, closing the doors as she exits

'Very well Miss Keating, please take a seat' I move gracefully towards the seat and sit down, crossing my legs and positioning my hands to sit comfortably on top of them, as I take my notebook and pen to write the answers

For the first time since I had walked into this office, he turns to face me, walking towards his desk and taking a seat opposite me. I can see him analysing my every movement , my every flaw and I do the same. Taking in his beautifully intimidating features

'So Miss Keating your questions?'
'Mhmm yes,full name,age, town of where you were born and age you moved to London please?'
'Harry Edward Styles-24, I was born in Holmes Chapel Cheshire and I had moved to London at the age of 18'

I write it down as he speaks, however I keep eye contact as I feel my hand move across the page. He's watching me, his eyes flickering to my writing hand and back to my face.

'You started the business at the age of 20 , following your full education and graduation. Did you have this planned before travelling to London?'

'Done your research I see Miss Keating. That's correct once I moved here I knew what I wanted and I knew what I had to do to get it. Therefore it was planned and I had succeeded in getting what I wanted'

I watch as he recites what I'm sure is now etched into his memory, this answer being the exact same one to a question in another interview 2 years ago.

'Your education is public knowledge, now Mr Styles do you get bored of reciting the same message to the same questions?'

'Excuse me?' He is sat straighter and his eyes narrowed on me and he takes note that I am still writing in my notebook although he has not said anything of interest

'Well if I'm correct which I know I am, you had answered the exact same way to a question asked of you 2 years back. Now all I asked was if you find it boring to recite the same thing over and over again' he stays silent for a few moments and I decide that I would ask what I really wanted to

'Who are you Mr Styles?' I look at him straight in the eye watching as confusion hits him
'Well I'm Harry styles owner and CEO of Styles Incorporation. 24 and moved here at 18 from Cheshire'

I let out a humorous laugh 'no Mr Styles that is merely how you want everyone to see you. I want to know who you really are? What you do in your free time? How many girls you've had the pleasure of bedding? So Mr Styles Who are you?'

I see his eyes widen and jaw drop at my statement before he shuts his mouth and smirks 'what about you get up and bring your pretty little ass over here, getting on your damn knees and sucking my dick like the good little girl you are. And I will consider your questions'

I shock him by placing my notebook and pen into my bag calmly and quietly before standing to my feet and walking towards him. His smirk deepens as I walk nearer but shock him again when I spin his chair and lean my hands on the arms of the chair, his side against the office table

'Now Mr Styles, I would do no such thing. Although I don't mind if you get on you god damn knees for me and lick me just like you wanted me to suck you. Mhmm I think I know you Mr Styles, your a control manic, you must have control in every aspect of your life- your work, your social life, your family- relationships and sexual in counters.

You don't do relationships but you most certainly sleep around, especially with some of the women in this building. Your professional, intimidating and controlling and that is why you do so well. I must applaud you for what you've achieved. Quite impressive.

Your a dominant, you crave control and your uncomfortable that someone can walk into your office and do this- let alone a woman. During sex you must be pleased, you work to pleasure yourself and that's it- you have kinks, that's quite clear, what it is I'm unsure but I'm sure I will find out if I ask the correct person. Now Mr Styles, I must leave. I apologise for the brief meeting, it's been interesting for me. So thank you.'

I stand to my full height and walk to my bag 'I do wish I could stay and analyse you more however I have already cancelled two meetings to be here and I will not be cancelling a 3rd. '

He stands to his feet still somewhat shocked at my behaviour but as I see his eyes darken I know he enjoyed it very much, as I walk towards the door I hear his voice echo 'who are you?'

'I'm Mckenzie Keating. Owner and CEO of Keat Magazine. such a pleasure Mr Styles, I will send you the article. Thank you for your time and have a wonderful controlling filled day'

'Goodbye Miss Keating'
'Goodbye Mr Styles'