Suited 》Harry Styles AU.

15. Realization

Chapter 15: Realization

I couldn't help the uneasy feeling that built up inside me even after all the pep-talk and encouragement Alia had given me, saying I had no reason to feel bad or be angry at myself, I still found myself nervously twirling strands of hair around my finger, staring out the window.

All Alia had said was spot-on, I wasn't supposed to be perturbed when I wasn't the one at fault and if anything, I was meant to be determined to get an explanation out of him but I wasn't.

Getting an explanation would make me feel better, I agree, but I was going to have to see Harry and I wasn't prepared for it. For the first time in a while, I am really not looking forward to seeing him. The feeling in me wasn't as disconcerting as that of the first time we had met but it was still distressing.

I just prayed I would live through the conversation because as I had noted before, he was very intimidating and he had his way with words.

I didn't want to formulate my own reasons even though I had a lot of ideas floating in my mind, I just wanted to hear the what the real cause was and then I would be able to settle on how I am really supposed to be feeling towards him and the whole situation.

And I could only pray that the genuine cause wasn't the one that I had at the back of my mind.

All my thoughts came to a halt when I felt the car slow down before it came to a complete halt. Rick opened his door, walking briskly over to my side before opening the door and helping me out of the Range Rover on the fast-filling and tremendously huge parking lot extending far and wide.

And to say I was astounded would be pure under-exaggeration. The building was a solid twelve-story edifice or if not more, I believed, with patches of deep blue and silver. The marble stand signage of Styles Architectures which was condensed to 'SA' had a blue background with the letters in silver.

"Come with me, Miss Serrano," Rick said and led the way as we both walked further down, making every other detail come into sight.

I noticed two ATM machines at the entrance in the reception area when we reached the reach the ingress, and solemn-looking people, mostly dressed smartly in suits coming in and out through the automatic glass front doors.

I follow closely behind Rick, walking sceptically into an extensive reception area with six receptionists, both men and women, standing in glass cubicles, their work stations separating them from the clients, with laptops and other space-friendly office gadgets on the glass slabs.

They sure like glass here, I thought. As we passed, Rick smiled a greeting to almost everyone we came across and they either smiled back or gave a curt nod and I couldn't help but marvel at their formality.

There were three lifts to the side of the receptionist, Rick instructed. "You can take this elevator to the top floor," He said pointing at a particular lift which no one seemed to occupy. "Mr. Styles secretary will instruct you on where to go."

I smiled. "Thank you." And stepped into the elevator. He nodded in response, pressing the button and doors slowly slid shut.

He was an Architect and he had the building that suited his career perfectly, the name, the persona and the affluence. All this, accomplished by a twenty three year old man was very much implausible. How he's able to pull it off, I had no idea and how he built such an empire at a very young age seems farfetched.

I knew he was wealthy and thriving in his business but seeing it with my own eyes made this truth settle in.

The lift opened and I stepped on to the parquet floors and was immediately greeted with complete silence. Straight ahead was a marbled kiosk far larger than the ones down at the reception area with a young looking lady seated behind it, focused on the laptop seated in front of her. His secretary, I supposed.