the ceo - h.s. [au]

chapter 3

today is my second day in here and i've tried to avoid harry since morning. i saw him this morning actually, stepping out from his black rolls royce wearing a polka dot shirt, carrying his suit on his other arm. he left two buttons unbuttoned, showing his cross necklace and birds tattoos on his bare chest. and fuck, he looks fine as hell i almost forgot that he's a human.

i'm now stressing myself over the amount of calls that i've got since morning, asking if they can have a meeting with harry. i've tried to tell sarah that some people wouldn't stop asking for an interview with harry when i have to make the schedule for niall's appointment too. sarah told me to go to harry but i prefered to just sit in front of my computer and accept all the phone calls than meeting harry.

"scarlette, right?" i snap my head up, seeing a fine looking guy.

he's dressed in a black on black suit and looks like he's as tall as harry. he has brown colored hair and a pair of green eyes, but not that kind like harry's because i'm pretty sure harry's are brighter.

"yes?" i answer

"harry wants to see you at his office," he informs me.

"fuck," i curse under my breath. the guy chuckles a bit and i almost forgot he's here. "thank you," i smile, he smiles and leave. i take the last sip of my coffee, grabbing a pen and my notebook then make my way to the elevator.

harry's room doesn't have any codes which means you can go in whenever you like without sliding your id card. tiara, one of the employee says niall likes to make himself looks private. he only gave the passcode to his assistant, harry, sarah and one of the security if something happens. i thought it was strange because harry is the one who looks so mysterious. apart from that, tiara also told me that harry doesn't go to this building very often because he has a lot of business to be taken care of. i sigh in relief when i heard that because really, i can't stand here everyday and it's only been two days!

i knock on the door and open it, walking in to see harry reading some papers on his hand. "good afternoon, mr. styles! were you looking for me?" i greet him, trying to sound cheerful.

he puts his papers down and look at me, arcing an eyebrow. "i heard a lot of people called you this morning trying to make an appointment with me?" he asks.

"yes, sir."

"did you write them down?" he asked, arcing an eyebrow.

"a few, yes." i nod, opening my notebook. i walk closer to him and give him the list of the people that want to meet him. he reads through a couple of pages and clear his throat.

"call back massey's assistand and tell them i'll meet her this evening on seven, i wll call malik by myself, also tell mr. yang's assistant that mr. yang can buy some wines directly from me tomorrow around one because i will be checking some drinks in there too," he explains.

observing his features, my mind goes around the information that i just got. as far as i can tell, harry is one of the most successful young entrepreneur in england. at first, he was just continuing his parents' company called the styles' petroleum, but then he started to make his own company, selling expensive wines and champagne, and those kind of drinks. this guy majored in economy&business from on of the most prestigious college in london.

he expands his company by making another branch with niall, who's known as one of the richest entrepreneur also. the styles family are known since his great great grandfather for the family's wealthiness. even harry's net worth is way higher than most of the hollywood's ocar winning actors.

yes. i googled him.

eh, thinking about it, harry can also be an actor with a face like his-