The Side You Don't Hear (1D)

Chapter 27

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Payson's POV

                I know, I'm amazing.  It should be said more often.  I mean, how many people could be admitted to psych wards and come out completely normal, not to mention gorgeous, and a total genius?  Harry doesn't know what he's missing, but after this, he will.  He'll be all mine, according to that blonde kid, just as he should be.

                Using my amazing detective skills for evil has always been one of my favorite pass times, and I knew this mission would take far longer than any of them in the past.  I wasn't just looking for something to make people angry; not just something they didn't want people to know.  This time it had to be something earth-shatteringly devastating that would not only ruin friendships, but lives as well.  Something that is best kept locked away and that management would stop at nothing to keep there.  And this something I have found, buried deep in the confines of someone's personal important documents.  This document now sat neatly tucked into my new Prada hand bag, which matches my shoes perfectly I must say, awaiting its destiny.

                "Miss Stark?" the receptionist called.  I looked up and gave her a sickeningly sweet smile.

                "Yes?"

                "Right this way.  Mr. Dent is ready to see you now," she said with a fake smile almost as nice as mine.  Almost.

                I followed her down the hall to a door that she held open for me.  I thanked her and walked in, taking in the large dark office with a huge wooden desk.  Behind the desk sat a large man with an angry face.  He was glaring at a few papers in his hands, so I took a seat in one of the overstuffed leather chairs across from him.  After a few minutes of going unnoticed, I cleared my throat, causing his head to shoot up.

                "Oh!  Um, excuse me Miss..." he stumbled.

                "Stark," I finished for him, holding a hand out to shake.

                "Miss Stark.  Please forgive me.  I was very distracted and didn't see you come in," he covered, giving my hand a firm shake and placing his papers in a drawer.  "So what can I do for you today?"

                "I just have something rather important to discuss with you.  It involves something you won't be happy to hear, I'm afraid, but you won't have any other choice." I told him, never letting the smile fall from my face.  His face seemed to turn red at my words, and I can tell already that he is going to make this very fun.

                "What do you mean I won't have a choice?" he asked, anger and suspicion in his voice.

                "You won't have any other choice but to do exactly as I say, or you'll lose the biggest deal your company has ever gotten," his eyes narrowed at my words.

                "One Direction?  What have they got to do with all of this?"

                "Oh, they have everything to do with this!" I laughed, "Now, would you like to know what you need to do?"

                "I'm not sure I like where this is going, but I suppose so," he grumbled angrily.

                "You need to bring Styles back-" I started, but he cut me off.

                "Impossible!  The boy is dead, surely you saw the funeral on TV," He roared and leaned back in his chair, seeming to think he won the argument.