Until The Truth Is Exposed (Larry AU FPIBKS Sequel)

Chapter 13: Crazy

"There's many possible options Cynthia."

"No, there's actually not. You're digging your own grave."

"No one buries my grave but me."

The man leans back on his office chair, glancing at the four figures standing in the room scattered. His assistant stands in front of his desk scribbling on her clipboard, refusing to make eye contact.

Zayn is pacing back and forth, scratching his head once in a while. Lewitt and Hartz are propped in the wall shaking their heads, Perez most recommended assets besides himself inside the room because decision making needs to be judged by "more than one" according to his former boss.

"Okay so the guy knows you and is ready to bite your arse Styles, why don't you just bite him first?"

A smirk descends on the mans face and he doesn't see his assistant making her way round his desk, slapping his head with a file of papers.

"Focus Styles."

"I am I am! Anyways, no I refuse to take such action towards Tomlinson. He will not allowed to be hurt in the process by any means."

"So much defending for a guy who's looking to put you in jail." Hartz spoke up and everyone looked down.

"He doesn't even know it was me, but Louis wasn't born yesterday. I'm sure he'll catch on soon if evidence appears and I want to be prepared, or better yet, prevent it from happening."

"Have you thought about telling him yourself?" Cynthia now spoke and Hartz scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"What good would that do? It becomes legal evidence, the admitting of the crime."

"No hold on Hartz, maybe Cynthia is right. Maybe if I told him, he would drop the case and I don't know....say the trail went cold? Tamper with the evidence?"

"Oh right, I forgot you were romantically involved with this dude so obviously you think he'd listen." Hartz spoke sarcastically and Lewitt began to laugh, shaking his head.

"Give him some good dick then Styles. Maybe that'll keep his mouth shut. Both ways intended."

Hartz snorted but covered his mouth, Harry's eyes trailing over to Zayn eyes now staring directly at his.

"You've been awfully quiet Malik. Thoughts?"

"I can't contribute anything to this conversation, Louis being one of my students."

"Was one of your students, Zayn."

"Yeah before you made him drop out."

"Made him drop out? Hold on-"

"Both of you quit it. Stay focused on the main issue of this meeting."

"Why didn't you tell me he dropped out Cynthia?"

"Styles, what is your decision? We don't have all day."

Lewitt spoke again, sounding more annoyed than before. Harry's eyes scanned the room, meeting one by ones until he reached his laptop screen, a faint reflection of himself being projected.

"I will advise you when it has been decided. For now, leave my office. All of you."

Harry pointed at the door and the four individuals didn't hesitate to do what he had said. Cynthia crossed the door frame last, however, not before stopping with her hand on the knob and shaking her head.

"You already decided, didn't you."

Harry ignored the comment, spinning in his chair away from sight.