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Chapter 1

Nice to meet you, my name is Haley Macias. I am 21 years old and I am fucking useless.

No, scratch that.

Working at your office, I will bring my...work as a student at Georgia high, my years at Emory University and my great enthusiasm for creative writing and journalism.

Uh, how about no.

Why is this so hard? I am just writing an email.

An email to a big corporate company that could potentially set my life straight and if I screw up, my dad would kill me.

I decide to leave the task till later because I'm lazy. I sigh and walk over to my closet. My father has called for a family dinner tonight, and that means business. Ever since my father did well with his company, Maebell Publishing, he's been busy as ever. He rarely hangs out with the family, let alone have a sit-down dinner.

Why was I writing to another publishing company when my dad owns a big one already? Good question. He wants me to 'explore more' and not 'rely on him to pay my bills'. Which is stupid, considering someone is going to pay my bills anyway. And if my dad is planning to give his company to someone when he gets old, who would it be?

He didn't think anything through when he gave me the order to write to several companies, asking for an internship. I sigh once more and pick out a black knee length dress and some short heels. I don't want to be too uncomfortable when I walk. I line my eyes with eye liner, slick on some mascara and paint my lips red. I've never been a person who puts too much makeup on, only because I hate taking it off.

I curl my honey-coloured hair into loose curls and leave it open. I look at myself in the mirror. Not bad.

I walk down the stairs and open the front door to a tall, attractive and brown-haired boy. He seems confused.

"Hi, are you looking for someone?" I ask.

"Mr. Frank." He nods.

"Oh, he's not at home. Do you want to leave a message?"

"No, just...give him this." He hands me a brown envelope.

"Okay. And you are...?"

"Harry. Harry Styles."

I smile, even his name sounded good on his lips.

"I'm Haley, his daughter." I say, trying to make small talk. I'm early, anyway.

"Mr. Frank never mentioned you." He furrowed his eyebrows.

"He didn't?" My heart sunk, "Well, he is a busy man." I smile weakly.