The boss (english translation)

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This going back and forth around the whole damn building is driving me crazy. It's only been five days since I was hired and I think I know it better than anyone who has been working here for years.

"Selena bring me a coffee", "Miss, would you copy this?"; the most ironic thing of all is that I didn't even meet the boss yet, I'm acting like his employees' and Harry Styles' skivvies. Not to mention Harry, who hangs out all day with that model, Barbara, and I also have to make sure they're not fucking when I open the door of the office! I'm dizzy. I sit hoping that people have mercy on me just for five minutes and let me rest for a while. My couch, in front of the window on the 8th floor, is the right place to take a break. I stare at the London Eye, near this building. I'd love some sort of view from my apartment, I think I'd stay all day in front of the window, reading and drinking tea and...

"Selena?" the secretary's voice makes me bounce.

"Yes?" I snort. I get mentally prepared: it's just someone who wants some fucking coffee or some fucking capuchin or some fucking photocopies.

"Richard Styles wants to see you, now!" she just whispers, pointing with her head the big boss' office.

Oh fuck. I'm about to meet my boss... Harry Styles' father... After five days as an intern... Maybe he's going to fire me... Maybe I did not put sugar in a coffee? I'm panicked while nodding to her, getting off the couch. My heels' noise echoes throughout the room. I put my hand on the handle and I notice that I'm shaking. I take a long breath and finally open the door. I take a lock of hair and fix it behind the ear.

"Mr. Styles" I salute, giving my hand. He holds it tightly.

"Just Richard." he smiles before letting my hand go. My heartbeat accelerates when I look at him.

"Hi, Selena!" Harry smiles with a fun smirk. Perfect, I may follow two ways: I'll pass out and die or throw up and die. A shudder passes through my back when Harry holds my hand and then kisses the back. I greet him back with a shy smile. Appear in my mind images of Harry and Barbara on the desk... On the couch... On the chair. Lately, I've seen them pleasuring themselves everywhere. I shake my head and get back to reality.

"Harry told me you're doing an extremely good job here at Embrace Magazine." sighs Richard Styles.

"Really?" I ask. I can't believe the so annoying Harry Styles just spoke kindly to his dad about me. He, who treated me as a waitress all these days.

"Sure but I think now it's time for you to start working seriously with a proper salary." he says, I'd jump right now. Harry sits on the sofa next to the big desk and lifts from the pocket of his super skinny jeans an iPhone. Sometimes his hand flips back his curly hair. I move my look from him to his father, who is watching me with a pair of light-green eyes. Just now I'm realising how beautiful Richard Styles is: he has a strong jawline but at the same time his face is somehow sweet; his rosy lips just as his son, fleshy and shiny. I think he is waiting for me to show some sort of reaction but I'm like hypnotised. I gotta say something.

"It would be awesome, Mr... Richard." I smile. My cheeks blush when I see his open shirt that shows his muscular chest. I shake my head again and look up his eyes. Harry's still texting on the phone, careless of what surrounds him.

"Wonderful. I'm really impatient, I wanna focus on you Selena." his lips arch in a smile, while he's literally staring at me. I almost pass out, he wants to focus on me. Finally, the job of my dreams is coming true. I continue watching Richard with a goofy smile stunned by happiness while I cross my legs. I can hear the heartbeats still too quick.

"For now, I just want you to come with me: there's a meeting with Vanity Fair and Vogue representatives at 6:30 pm. Would it be okay for you?" asks eventually. Harry looks up all of a sudden, pointing his father and then me.