the ceo - h.s. [au]

chapter 11

been a week since harry cancelled our dinner because of my stupidity and him ignoring me. it's tragic to say but i'd rather have him ordering me around than giving me this silent treatment. i passed him a couple of times but he completely ignored me, making it looked like i wasn't there and that shit hurts. i even heard sarah has gotten a lot of jobs by harry a couple of times. i mean, yes it dicreases a lot of things to do but i kinda dislike it. i don't even know why.

"you've got to be fucking kidding me," i groan when i see a stack of papers on my table.

just when i thought my works are lighter now.

"yeah, those are the papers you need to re-type for tomorrow's meetings. so many wrong words and mr. horan said you need to fix them." john says. "oh! mr. horan also says you need to make a paper of pro and cons for tomorrow too."

"it's like eight pm and you just gave me this?" i squint my eyes at him in disbelief.

"you were busy with god knows what and mr. horan just told me that," he shruggs. "oh and leave the folder at his office room. good night, scarlette!" john bids, ready to go home.

i sigh and call the restaurant to send me a cup of black coffee to keep me up all night. niall just got a capital gain from one of his other company, making me have to do lots of check up on the accounting of how much dividend he gets and what kind of stakes he's after next. he's happier than ever by the result and i'm the stressed one in here.

it's almost one and i'm starting to get sleepy, feeling like my eyes can't even hold it any longer when i still have seven more pages to go so i make myself more active by tapping my leg against the floor. i'm the only person who's still in here and the thought of my comfortable bed seem won't be leaving my head. what i really hate is the fact that i have to recheck every single digits through excel which makes me tired of typing in the formula. i continue to type while listening to some musics until the computer shuts down.

"shit..." i stare at the dead computer in pure shocked like i've just seen a ghost. "no, fuck!" i curse, trying to turn the computer back like a daft cow.

"why?!" i shout while burrying my hands on my face like i've gone mental. what makes me feel angry is not the ran out power because i know we use, but the fact that i haven't save the whole fucking data.

i bend down a bit under the computer desk to see that the cable is not connected to the power, making me want to cry because it's caused by my own action. the cable was tugged off from the power when i tap my foot against the floor, not realizing that i've stepped on the cable. i plug in the cable back to the power and i wait impatiently for the computer to be on again. i open the microsoft to see every single sheets are empty. 

i stare at the clean sheet of the microsoft in horror with my mouth forms into an 'o' shape.

"fucking idiot!" i scream, tugging my hair.

after stressing over it for about five minutes, i take a deep sigh and light a cigarette without caring the no smoking sign on the room. i slump my body on my seat and sigh everytime i remember i have to do it all over again so without wasting anymore time, i order another cup of coffee and get back to this fucking computer.

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i woke up with the sun  lighting through the grey opened curtains. strange, i thought. because i always close the curtains before i fall asleep. looking around, trying to gather myself, i see my body is covered by white blanket with white pillow next to me. the bed is bigger and more comfortable than mine and i'm pretty sure my bed is way smaller than this.

i don't even have paintings all over the wall?

sitting up straight, i rub my eyes briefly so i can get a clearer sight of the room. my eyes roam around every single thing on the room until i finally realized that i'm not in my own room.