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Chapter XIV

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"Good morning, honey bun," Zayn peeked his head in from the hall as I groggily peeked from under the covers.

"Go away," I said as I tried to hide from the rest of the world.

He sat something down onto the bed. I was secretly hoping that it would breakfast because who wouldn't want Zayn Malik to bring them breakfast in bed? But sadly, it was my purse.

"I think you have ten phones in there. They've been ringing all morning," he said as he also offered me a cup of coffee.

I lazily took a sip of the hot coffee as I rummaged through my purse to retrieve three more phones. I looked at the missed calls list from each phone and turned off two phones, and just stared at the third one.

"Simon phone?" Zayn chuckled.

I nodded. I looked at the phone trying to decide whether I wanted to smash it against the wall or calmly call him back telling him to f**k off; I decided on the latter.

"Jess," his angry voiced called out my name.

"Simon," I responded with zero emotion in my voice.

"Harry isn't cooperating," he sounded annoyed more than angry now.

"That's not my problem," I said nonchalantly.

"I know you have an attachment to these boys. You worked your a*s off to get Zayn out of the contract, and I know you would do the same for the other three. So save yourself some trouble and get Harry to cooperate. Or I'm going to have to get the lawyers involved," he threatened me with the fact that Harry was violating the contract that he was tied up to.

Before Simon mentioned the contract, I didn't think that I would actually be at a place where I would willingly want to get the other three out of their contracts. But I pondered the thought and decided that it was something that at least Harry would want.

"Do what you want, but know that I don't work for you anymore and that I'm one hell of a lawyer," I said boldly as I hung up the phone, took the battery it out and hoped to never use that phone again.

"Sounds intense," Zayn commented.

"Let me make a phone call, but after that, wanna get some lunch?" I said as I looked at him.

"Hell yes," he said as he gave my hand a soft squeeze. "I'm going to get ready."

I nodded as I scrambled around the covers trying to find the main phone that I used for personal use. Once I located the phone, I gave the office a call.

"Hansen and Company, Briar speaking," Briar chirped into the phone.

"It's Jess," I tried to chirp back letting her know that I was ok, but I failed miserably. Jess Hansen did not chirp.

I figured I was on speakerphone once I heard a bunch of voices greeting me at once.

"I'm fine, I'm in L.A. at Zayn's. I won't be going back to Chicago until tomorrow, but before I get there, I need you guys to comb through Harry Styles' original contract with Syco and Modest. I know of one loophole that may or may not get him out of the contract, so I need you guys to look through it to see if Syco or Modest mishandled something in the contract," I said as I heard frantic typing on keyboards.