Gold Digger H.S

Two

I walk to the front to see the one and only Harry Styles standing with a girl behind him. "I'm Harry Styles assistant, you must be Mrs. Caster?" The lady behind him chirps. Too perky, I nod and stick my hand out to shake. She goes to shake it but I pull away.

"Sorry, that was meant for Mr. Styles. By the way, it's Ms. Caster." She nods timidly and Harry smirks sticking his hand out. "Ms. Caster," he says. Dear god, please don't let him recognize me! The last thing I need is to be owning him money.

"Follow me," I begin walking into the room as he follows suit. "How was your liquor last night?" Harry asks me and I tense up a bit. "It was a friend's." I half lie, please let it be over. "Right, okay. So what's your real name?"

"What's it to you?" I ask him and he just chuckles. "Well, you did stomp on my foot. I do believe you owe me at least a name," He suggested. I open the door to the room we would be talking in.

"Right, sorry about that." As he walks past me into the room I pull the ugliest face with his back turned away from me so he wouldn't see. It wasn't very mature but neither was he. "So as you know this is a fashion studio where we want celebrities, like yourself, to show off our clothing and how it fits you in your everyday lifestyle." I start off like any other meeting. "Right, so you single or?" I bite the inside of my cheek and take a seat. He takes the seat across from me and folds his legs, he looked much more professional.

"That's none of your concern. Every month you will be delivered ten different outfits that you will need to wear at least once. You will also sign a contract stating you will wear each of them at least one time and post about it giving us credit. The contract also states you pay for each suit full price but the more others buy from us and tell us that you referred them you will get half the money back."

"I'll make a deal, yeah? You deliver my clothes each month and I'll do it. You'll get my signature when you agree to that. Good day Ms. Caster," and he got up and left.

I was actually quite shocked, why me? Of all people he could've chosen and he chooses me? I ran errands for Ms. Grant, not Harry Styles. As I collect the paperwork that was on the table that Harry was supposed to sign I realize he never drank the wine. Great, I pack that up as well and go to set it in the break room but Ms. Grant stops me.

"How'd you know that was my favorite?" She asks taking the wine from me. "Lucky guess," I barely say, she takes the papers from my hands and looks them over. "Why is there no signature?" She snaps, there's Ms. Grant.

"Harry said he'll only sign if I'm the one taking the cloth to him." I state, "First it's Mr. Styles, he is higher than you. Second, if he requests you then you will do it. Now I expect to see signed papers by afternoon along with his clothes taken to him before noon tomorrow. If there're any problems, which I doubt, you'll be fired. Also, could you run and get me my lunch from the pastry place down the street?"

She walked away quickly and I sat at one of the table trying to take in all the information I received. "What's up?" Kelly, a girl from HR, asks me as she pours herself a cup of coffee.

"Harry Styles." I state and she hisses, "Yikes! My best friends, brothers, cousin's, best friends ex wife's friend is married to him. I hear he's uptight and a real womanizer."

"And you're hearing that from your best friends dog?" She laughs and shakes her head. "My best friend met her once at a family get together."

"You have the strangest connections, Kelly." She beams, "I know. What does the famous Harry want?" "He is now a client. He refuses to sign the contract unless I'm bringing him the clothes."

"We'll have fun with that..." She says before leaving.

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From the moment that valet parked my car and some lady at the lobby desk offered me a Starbucks coffee I knew that Harry Styles had it good here. "I'm here for Mr. Styles," I tell the lady after getting my coffee, it was free might I add! "You have a meeting?"

"No, I'm from Grant Designs, he has some papers to sign." She lets out a sigh. "I'll take the papers to his assistant." I shake my head.

"I have strict orders from Ms. Grant for me to take it to him and have it signed. If you have a problem you can call her yourself. I think she'd gladly like someone to question her assistant." The lady begins looking nervous.

"Umm, no thanks. I've heard stories about her. He's on the twentieth floor." I nod, "Thanks!"

I begin walking the stairs, by the seventh, I was out of breath but refused to use an elevator. As I'm walking I hear someone crying. As I reach the next flight it's the assistant from this morning. "Umm, are you okay?" I ask her and she shakes her head sobbing. "I t-thought me and him have a thing b-but he just got done having sex with another woman." Confused I try to continue walking but curiosity kills the cat and I bend down to ask who. "Harry Styles, the freaking monster himself." I straighten up and begin walking the rest of the flights, odd.

When I reach the twentieth flight and open the door it's like every worker here was a girl. Only a couple guys, I could count them on one hand. There was four, "Hi do you know where Mr. Styles office is?" I ask one.

"Another worker? Dang, right there." He points to what looks like the biggest office. I go over and knock, scared to actually open the door.

"Come in!" He shouts. I open the door and when I see him his hair is more messed up than this morning. "Awe, Mary!" He booms, how did he figure out my name?

"It's Ms. Caster, I can bring your clothes every month. I just need you to sign this." I say calmly, don't blow up.

"Perfect!" He winks.

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