Fifty Shades of Swift

1

Harry

I took a deep breath and pushed the elevator button, I waited till the elevator went to the main floor, I clutched on to the notebook tighter in my hands as I bite my bottom lip. God I was so nervous. This was last minute and I didn't know what to do. I double checked if I had the recorder and a pencil or pen in my coat pockets, and I gladly had them.

As the elevator dinged open, I walked in nervously, and pushed the top button and looked at the little lights up at top above the doors, I still but my bottom lip - I'm basically chewing on my lip. God, I hated Louis for being sick.

a couple minutes earlier

Louis was on the couch eating his soup cuddled up with a blue blanket, he had ruffled hair, droopy eyes with bags under them, and a red stuffy nose. I'm glad the flu didn't catch me.

"Hey, do you have the recorder?" I stopped and looked for it, I grabbed it on the little table beside the couch he's on and showed it to him, "Don't forget the questions too!" he pointed at the piece of paper where the recorder was. I rolled my eyes and grabbed that.

"Yes, yes, I got them. Don't worry." I mumbled annoyingly to him, as I turned towards the door, I held the door knob and waited for his comment.

"And, lastly..." he started. "Have a great interview." I turned to him and gave him a warm smile. I opened the door and exited the building with keys to my car - crappy yet the only thing that works for me - and headed to Swift Corp.

now

The elevator doors opened and once it opened, I saw about three men; one was at a desk, one was at another and one was waiting for me.

"Um, hi--" I tried to say but the one that was waiting for me spoke first.

"May I take your coat, sir?" his voice was deep yet suitable. He was wearing a suit (no pun intended *maybe*) that was dark grey, his shoes was like it was something from that movie Kingsman: The Secret Service, and just a dress shirt under his coat. He took my coat and hung it by the elevator where the stand-up hanger was.

"Uh, yeah, sure. But Mr. Tomlinson--" they cut me off again.

"Ms. Swift is ready to see you now." the man at the desk said. I took a deep breath and the other man stood up from the desk, leading me to her office. I followed her and I saw a painting that caught my eye, it had quite a few colours that were bright but it was black and white. I walked by it and kept following the man. I bit my bottom lip nervously again as I held on the items in my hands tighter and tighter as we went closer to Ms. Swift's office. What if she's like the rest of the guys, the ones Louis described them? What if she's... Stop it Harry. You're overreacting.

The man opened the left door and I looked at him, seeing if I can enter, he accepted with a nod and I gave him a small nod and went in. And I did the stupidest thing ever. I fucking tripped on my heel and and an inhuman noise. The man closed the door and Ms. Swift was looking out the window, she quickly turned to see me and rushed over to me.

"Mr. Tomlinson, are you okay? Are you ready for the interview?" she asked me while helping me up, she grabbed my arm and hoisted me up. Strong woman. I thought.

"Um, Lou- Mr. Tomlinson got the flu so this is his friend, Harry Styles, I'm here to interview you."

"My apologies. Sit." she said demandingly, she walked back at her desk and sat down in her chair. I sucked in my breath and looked at the little brown arm chair next to the others, I looked around the room and they were all shades of grey (excuse my pun) and a few dark browns here and there. Her desk was so organized, about 5 pencils were lined up neatly straight and the notepads were stacked up neatly. Then, I sat down on the little brown armchair, I get my things ready for the interview. I try and get my pen from my pockets - shit.

A little "ahem" from her interrupted my thoughts, I looked at her with wide-eyes, my eyes travelled to her pencils and she noticed what I was looking at, she sat up and walked over to the pencils, they were greyish-black and it said Swift in capital letters. She passed one to me and I grabbed it from her skinny girly fingers. I mumbled a small thank you to her and she just nodded, she then sat down on the her desk; leaning on it. I got my stuff ready and pushed record on the recorder.

"Okay, you ready?" I asked calmly to Ms. Swift.

"Whenever you are." she said nodding once.

"Oh, okay." I looked down and read out to her. "This is for the newspaper for our college and--"

"I'm going to be the speaker at the graduation ceremony." What is it with these people and cutting me off?

"You are?" I asked. "I mean, yes, I knew that." I nodded and lowly chuckled. God, I should've checked online to see what she's up too.

"Mhm, now. The questions?" I looked up at her with innocent eyes and I noticed she raised her brows and realized it right after she said it.

"Ms. Swift, to what do you owe your success?" I looked up from the paper of questions and to her.

"Well, business is all about people, Mr. Styles, and I'm very good at judging people. I know how they tick, what makes them flourish, what doesn't, what inspires them, and how to incentivize them. I employ an exceptional team, and I reward them well.

My belief is to achieve success in any scheme, one has to make oneself master of that scheme, know it inside and out, and know every detail. I work hard, very hard to do that. I make decisions based on logic and facts. I have a natural gut instinct that can spot and nurture a good solid idea and good people. The bottom line is, it's always boils down to good people." Wow, nice wording.

"Maybe you're just lucky." I shrugged my shoulders and out the top of the pencil in my mouth, biting the tip that has no eraser. Ms. Swift tightened her grip on her desk, she then walked to the two little seater couch that was white.

"I don't subscribe luck or chances, Mr. Styles, but I do control things here. I ask what people should do and they do it right away. If they don't, they get fired immediately."

"What if they do listen? What do they get?" I took the pencil away from my mouth and wrote down some notes.

"They just get a few cents in their raise." she just shrugged. "Now, this is getting off topic." she crossed her legs. The tight skirt going up a bit and God, her legs. I can tell they were smooth, they way the light reflects off of them like a thin coat of gel putting into your hair. "The questions?" she raised one eye brow up.

"Right, umm.." I quickly scanned the paper and just read out the words on the piece of paper. "Are you a lesbian?"