Wicked Obsession

3.

Friday, July 12

Every day for the past month, my life has consisted of two things: uncovering Mr. Styles secret and my sexy boyfriend Cameron. We've only been official for like two weeks but ever since that party I invited him to, I've seen him almost every night.

At work, we keep it strictly professional, apparently Mr. Styles isn't too keen on co-worker relationships. Although at this point, I doubt he would even notice.

Ever since I told him I would uncover his secret, he has completely ignored me. The only form of communication we have is notes left on my desk or e-mail. (Both are always strongly worded, might I add.) During meetings our conversations consist of monosyllabic answers and they are always accompanied by a look of complete annoyance. To be honest I miss him being an asshole to me. I hate being ignored.

After a month of research I have uncovered absolutely nothing shady about Mr. Styles or his company. I started at the very beginning with how the company was started.

It was founded by none other than my own boss, Harry Edward Styles. He was born and raised in England and came to America to attend Dartmouth University. There he studied business until the age of twenty two, when he graduated early with Honors. By the time he was twenty three Mr. Styles had built his company from the ground up and begun work on his empire. He made millions in the company's first year and now grosses in the billions as one of the most successful companies in the U.S.

I have to give it to him, he may be a dick but he is a fucking genius.

Acerbus Enterprises is famous for buying out struggling businesses and making them profitable while keeping its original owner in-charge. I visited multiple establishments that Acerbus Enterprises bought, to check the validity of the story. Every word is true. Every single owner seems genuinely pleased with their partnership. All of these young entrepreneurs practically worship the ground Mr. Styles stands on.

There was not one skeleton in his damn closet but I won't stop looking. I know there is something I'm missing, a piece of this story, and a journalists instinct is never wrong.

"Aurora door!" Claire shrieks.

I give my hair one last adjustment before quickly making my way to the living room.

Cameron is standing there looking dashing as always with Claire.

Claire is my roommate. We met through out sorority. I'm not the sorority type and the only reason I stuck with it is because it helped with tuition. Also I am a legacy so I automatically got in. All of the parties and boys were definitely my thing until junior year rolled around and I had a C average.

No newspaper is going to hire a C average journalist so after Claire dropped out to pursue her modeling career, we got an apartment together. That way I could focus more on what's important, becoming a well respected journalist. 

So far everything is going well and we get along... In our own way.

"Hurry up Aurora! We're going to be late." She yells tapping her ridiculously high heels.

"I'm right here don't get your panties in a twist." I gasp. "Oh wait you probably aren't wearing any."

She glares at me but doesn't reply. I flash a smile at Cameron who is chuckling at our little exchange.