obey to me.

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"I'll always hold on, cause you make me strong."
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I scurry to the elevator clicking floor 56. I tapped my foot impatiently,waiting for the damn elevator to din- and there it goes. I ran over to the counter where I had to check in.
"I have an appointment that I'm late to, for Mr.Styles" I quickly spoke.
"Name?" She asked not caring at all.
"Grace Hardin."
"Alright you could go." She rolls her eyes at me. Bitch I muttered under my breath.

I barged into his office worriedly. I looked all over the room to see no one here?
"Hello Ms.Grace."he clicked, spinning his chair my way.

Oh , he was behind his chair. "You are late. 23 minutes to be exact." His deep voice echoed throughout his massive office.
"I know and I'm terribly sorry! I forgot all about it." I timidly walked to the chair across from him. ACTAUALLY I just tried to stall sometime because I wasn't in the middle for seeing him.....ha

"I don't like people who are late, Grace." He cockily replies unwitting his long fingers, staring once again straight at me.
"I have two things to uh- ask you about the publishing." I breath out realizing I was holding my breath. WHY AM I LIKE THIS AROUND HIM??? fuck...this isn't me...

"There's seem to be a random $1,000 withdraw, and like everyone here is only allowed to withdraw around $500. Here's the file," I handed him the file and he didn't take it.
"Here's the file." I pressed.

"Grace, did you know that only I could withdraw $1,000, because I'm counted as higher class in this building. But everyone else can't." He chuckles at me. Well that's uhh...embarrassing I spent time worrying about this for nothing.

"Oh, I didn't know that Mr.Styles I apologize, could we get to the interview now? Since I'm leaving early today." I quickly said the last part because I didn't want him to question me.

"Okay so it says here that they want to know how you manage such a big company.?"

"Patience, and being strict." He went over to the desk leaning on it. I crossed my legs feeling uncomfortable.

"Uhm...How old are you?"

"24." He pushes his fingers through his hair. That's actually really younge, but it makes sense since his father ran his place and lend the company too him. Man Mr.Styles must be rich as hell.

"Let's stop asking questions about me, I want to know about you." He said smirking at me, well damn.

"How old are you?" He questions, interested in my age. "22." I reply clearing my throat, adjusting in my seat a little. He continued asking me random questions like what position I am in this Publishing. We asking questions back and forth loosening up to Eachother. Some questions Mr. Styles wouldn't answer too.

"What's your name, I've been referring you to Mr.styles but never knew your name?" I ask.
"Harry,Styles. But no one can call me by my first name, unless you're family. so love, you can just refer to me as Mr.Styles." He simply states. Harry, that's an odd name. I've never met someone with the name Harry.  It has been like an hour since I've been here, asking random questions to Mr.Styles that weren't on the file. He's sweet but cold in a way, he'll be nice and answer questions honestly or he would completely ignore the question and get in a pissed off mood. Bipolar, that's what he is.

"Are you dating anyone?" Harry pops the question. He stood up from his leather chair to my side.
"No-" I felt his hand land on my thigh,

"Good." He replies. I brushed off his hand away from my thigh. I am not letting him touch me because this is wrong.. I stood my ground and walked over to the door about to leave, then Harry spun me around lightly slamming me to the back of the door, his minty breath fanning my face.

He lowered to my eye level. He groans and pushes his lips to mine, he kisses me angrily when I didn't kiss back. I am not kissing him, I wanted to in a way, but he's technically my boss and it would be wrong so wrong,
"Stop overthinking it and kiss me." He growls at me.

"No, Mr.Styles I can't." He continues to kiss me even though I'm not kissing back, he then stops and let's go of me. He walks back to his leather chair and acts like he didn't just make out with me. I breathed out exiting his office.
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A/n
Hey hey hey, I'm a little excited because THE NEXT CHAPTER OF THIS IS LEGITNESS..... well I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Please comment and vote! I love seeing the comments 😂!
Love,
Emily