obey to me.

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"She said she can't feel her face, right now I can't feel my heart."
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"Mr.Tomlinson?" I knocked on the hard door.
"In here."
I walk in his office which was huge. I silently sat down across his desk pulling out a file. "It says here that I have to interview Mr.Styles." I handed him the file which he took. His eyebrows scrunched up confused as well.
"Why the hell do they want you to interview him?"  He chuckles softly handing back the file.

"That's the question I'm asking too." I groaned. "Plus I don't even know him. All it says 'Go up to the top floor and interview Mr.Styles about his success with the office'"
Mr. Tomlinson just shrugs his shoulders. "Your problem." I glared at him and left his office. I decided to google Mr.Styles since I have no idea what he looks like. I click on images and multiple pictures showed up. Well he's hot as hell. None of the pictures showed him smiling only a hard stare that looks like he's staring right at me even though it's a picture. He had semi long curly hair, sharp jaw line, vibrate green eyes. He looks around his 20's maybe 24? I locked my phone and decided to ask Niall since he's talked to Mr.Styles.

I barged into Niall's office since he always does that to me lol. "Hey bitch." I smirk at him.  "Shit Grace you scared me." He places his hand on his Chest. I laugh at how ridiculous he is and sat on his desk. I slapped the file on his desk. "Read it." Niall opened the file reading it and midway his eyebrows went up.

"Well just so you know Mr.Styles is very...um.. Intimidating, even with me." He looks up at me with a huge smirk on his face. I sigh in annoyance.
"Seriously, Louis told me I mean- Mr. Tomlinson said it was 'my problem' so he didn't even help me out."
"Grace he's a dick" he replied humor in his blue eyes.
"The interview is tomorrow so I'm leaving the office early, no point of me being here." I shrug exiting.

I walked towards the elevator pressing the 1st floor until a large hand with a small cross tattoo pressed up against the doors. Wait is that -oh my lord. Mr. Styles entered the elevator....what... HE'S SO TALL WHAT THE FUCK? I felt like a marshmallow besides him. His slender finger pressed the top floor and he unclicked the 1st floor ? The fuck.
"Excuse me, I'm going to the 1st floor." I said timidly. He peers over at me ignoring what I said, dickhead. The elevator went up to the top floor so I'll press the 1st floor button when he gets off.

"Isn't too early to leave for work Ms.Grace." His deep voice made me jump a little.
He chuckled besides me.
"Come to my office please." He demanded. Wait how the fuck does he know my Name?
The elevator dings and we are at the top floor. Mr.Styles motioned for me to follow him, should I? Fuck it. I follow him like a lost puppy since I've never came to the top floor. He grabs his keys from his pocket and opened his office door. It was huge, books were lined up, massive desk that would cost thousands, a scary ass view, and practically anything else you would find in an office.
"Done admiring my office?" He snorted. I look up at him, a blush creeping on my cheeks.

"Let's get started with this interview." He in witted his fingers looking at me straight in the eye.

"It's uh- tomorr-"
"I know but let's might as well do it right now." He interrupted. Okay then.... I grabbed the file looking at the questions I am suppose to ask him.

"What did you do to create this company?" I clicked my pen waiting for his answer.

"Worked my ass off."
"Obviously, but be more specific." Man he is hard to tolerate.
"Worked my ass off and paid people." He answers annoyance clear in his voice.
"Okay. Um it says here that your dad recently passed away?" Wow who asks these questions the fuck ?
"Correct." His face looks pale like all the color was washed away after I said that.
"Could you explain wh-"
"No." He interrupted again getting up from his chair, sitting up on his desk. I tried so hard not too look up because I knew he was starting at me.

"Look at me." I looked up but avoided his gaze.
"At me," he chuckles. I hesitated but looked straight at him.

"You have really nice eyes." He came closer to me, on his knees. My breathing stopped when he lifted my chin looking straight at me.
"Blueish color," His cigar breath fanned my face. His stares was intense almost like he was trying to find an emotion in me , Though I kept the hard gaze as well.

He steps away finally going around his desk to sit back down. I slightly smiled at how he almost missed the chair.
"Let's continue this 'interview' tomorrow."

"Bye Mr.Styles" I exited the room.
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End of chapter one.