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Chapter 10 - CEO Gathering

Chapter 10; CEO Gathering
Zayn Malik's P.O.V. :

Part One

The pain of parting

Is nothing to the joy of meeting again.

-Charles Dickens

   "JOSHIE, we need to leave earlier than expected," I whisper, tugging Josh away from the lady he was talking to. Josh yelps as I pull him down the hall. I turn around once more to make sure no one has seen us. Josh is staring at a vase, picking it up. "Don't break that vase, it's probably some old relic I'll end up paying for."

   "What's the big deal anyway?" Josh asks, placing the vase down. He takes a seat on the couch. I'd pulled him into the lobby of the banquet hall. "The lady was the CEO of the company in Spain. She said she brought her daughters with her." Josh smirks, toying the pillow on the couch. "That means two hot Spanish girls for Joshie."

   "The big deal," I say, running my hand down my face. "Is that the CEO in France, who is British, was trying to set me up with his daughter!" I exclaim, plopping down beside Josh on the couch. Josh raises his eyebrows. "It's not gonna work out. She's. . . Her.  And I'm. . . Well, me." Wow, if that was honestly the best thing I could come up with, I was a big loser.

   It's not like the girl wasn't pretty, it was just the fact I felt uncomfortable around girls sometimes. This makes me sound like I'm some real romance-y guy, when in fact, I can't even grow the balls to send Max some flowers.

   That actually says a lot about a guy.

   "CEO from France, you say?" Josh asks. I nod. "Isn't that. . . What's his name? Um. . . Alexander Edwards? Isn't his daughter the chick with the hair that's dyed and stuff?" Josh asks, tapping his fingers against the couch arm. I nod. "Oh her! Yeah, I'd say she's a seven outta ten. And the only reason I'm saying seven is because I've seen Max."

    "Her names Perrie." Josh nods. "I've talked to her once. At the meeting a couple months ago. She seems nice and all, but not my type," I say, running my fingers through my hair. "Besides, Max and I are practically dating."

   "Um, no you're not." I raise my eyebrows. "Bro, bro, bro," Josh starts, shaking his head. "You basically put her in second place. Seriously, Zayners. What goes first? Girl or job?" There's a silence. Josh smacks the back of my head. "Girl! Zayn, girl! Jesus, this is second grade, Zayn!" Josh exclaims.

   "Okay, okay," I sigh. "I get it."

   "Speaking of girls and Max, isn't she supposed to be here?" I tense up. "Zayn, seriously. We didn't fly all the way to Florida for no reason, did we?"I shake my head, suddenly feeling anxious and shaky. "I'll go find her, alright?" Josh smiles, patting my arm before running off. 

   "Josh, wait!" But I'm left shouting after the potted plant I bump into.

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   "Hello," I say. "Are you enjoying yourself? Great." I rush off in the opposite direction before the guy responds. My head is twisting around, and I'm surprised I haven't turned into an owl yet. I run off when I see a familiar mop of curls in the distance. Oh crap. Oh shit. Oh shittily diddly do.