the ceo - h.s. [au]

chapter 12

"so you're not going to get paid this month?" jack asks.

"i think? he basically told me that my salary will be spent on his bumper," i sigh, twirling my fork. the twins and i are having lunch at an italian restaurant near the hotel since the three of us were free.

"he didn't tell you that. he just said 'there goes your salary'", finn says, air quoting harry's words.

"same thing," i roll my eyes at him. "he's been ignoring me for a whole week or so and have i told you guys i woke up at the hotel a couple days ago?"

"how much did you pay?" jack asks, arcing an eyebrow.

"i didn't," i cringe, "i ranaway."

"shit..." jack and finn curse.

"it was a penthouse! how am i gonna pay it?!" i tug my hair.

"speaking of the devil," finn trails, looking at the door. "isn't that him?" he squints his eyes, pointing at harry a bit. i follow his gaze and see harry with a girl who's apparently laughing with her shining white teeth.

"that is him!" i gasp. "fuck!" i turn my head back so he doesn't see me.

"relax, he was busy with his girl," finn nodds.

"that's not his girl!" i snap.

"yow..." jack tries to break in.

"it's just," i pause, searching for harry's table. he's now pouring the bitch's glass with wine, "i should've remembered."

"remember what?" finn asks.

"he asked me to go to dinner with him the day i got the job and i forgot," i sigh.

"if kyle was here, he'd go like 'dumb ass biiiiiitch!'" finn cooes, mimicking kyle.

"shut the fuck up." i spat, looking back to harry's table.

the girl's probably telling some shit stories right now because harry just stare at her boringly while playing with his glass of wine.

ha.

"good thing you didn't have a dinner with him. he looks like a boring guy." jack comments.

"i don't know," i huff, "he's so hard to read."

"i can read him," i arc an eyebrow at jack, "he's deffo angry 24/7."

"definitely..." i agree with him.

"yeah and can the two of you stop fucking staring at him?" finn seeths.

"c'mon, finn! look at that perfectly shaped jawline and puffy quiffed brown hair," jack drools as i stare at him in confused. "i'm not gay! that guy just rare." he shruggs at me and finn.

"i mean, i don't like him too but i'm a hundred percent agree with you," i say to him.

"you? don't like him?" finn snorts. "you won't be staring at the two of them for the past couple of minutes if you don't like him."

"i still don't like him," i eat my food.

"bullshit doesn't just apply in the air," jack rolls his eyes.

"i don't like him!" i spit, a bit louder.

"now he's looking! great!" finn looks around.

"shit," i cover myself and slump my body on my seat. "ask the waiter for the bills!"

"he's coming!" jack says.

"fuck! how do i look?!" i say to the both of them.

"no time for that-"

"scarlette," i hear harry's raspy voice cutts jack's words as my eyes almost went out from it's place. "can we talk?"

i look up slowly and find those shining green eyes looking directly into mine, "mr. styles! what are you doing here?" i clear my throat.

"having lunch with one of my client, can i ask you the same question?" he asks me back.

"having lunch with two of my friends," i pull his answer on him. he arcs an eyebrow at me and beckon me to follow him so i stand up from my seat and walk behind him.

"since you are here, i want you to replace me and talk to her. tell her i have left to meet another people-"

"what?!" i cut him.

"do not fucking cut my sentence," he says to me, "just do as i say and remember all the tiny important details that she's going to tell. meet me at my office when you're done."

"but, you can't just leave a girl in the middle of lunch like this!" i protest.

"but women can ditch dinner?" he shots back, making me swallow my own spit. "and i did not ask for your opinion so just do your job," he scowls, turning around.

"what about the bills?!" i pull his hand to turn him around.

"do not touch me!" he snaps at me as he snatches his hand back.

ouch.

"just say it's under my name," he fixes his suit and go.

-

after done with the meeting, i drove back to the hotel to meet harry but sarah said harry has not came back so i wait on my desk and stream a movie while i have so much free time.

at five, harry came back so i walk to his office to tell him all of the informations that i got from the woman he had lunch with.

through the whole time, harry just stare while i was explaining him about the woman and her purpose on doing business with harry. he stares at me with his intense eyes and put his index fingers on his chin, looking like he's thinking really hard.

"reject," harry simply says when i'm done.

"pardon?"

"i said reject. i will give you her number and tell her that i don't want anything to do with her." harry says, straightforward.

"but i think she's good at this? she said she can make the room looks ten times better since you need a new interior designer for the penthouse, sir," i explain. "she even showed me the pics of some of her works! looks marvellous and beautiful, really."

"i'm a pro at this. i know people who are good to work with or not. hence, your opinions will not work for me." he says, crossing his arms carelessly.

"you're mean, mr. styles." i state. "you ditched her and now you rejected her project?"

"oh," harry nodds. "so you think you know her now just because you listened and saw a glimpse of her works?" he asks me, making me silent.

"but she tried and you should respect it. at least say sorry for leaving her this afternoon," i say.

"yeah but at least i came, right?" he says as i close my mouth. "right?" he raises his voice, making me flinch.

"yeah..." i answer quietly.

"i believe all the people who run businesses will do the same thing as her to merge their jobs with more professional people. and scarlette," he pauses, "why would you help someone who has a bitter mouth over you?"

"what?" i ask.

"you majored in business but you look a bit blind about it. are you sure you graduated from imperial, scarlette?" harry stares down at me as if underestimating me and i'm actually hurt by his words.

"i'm going home, mr. styles." i say as i clench my hands next to my body. harry just smirks devilishly directly at me so i turn my body around to exit his office work, feeling ashamed of myself.