the ceo - h.s. [au]

chapter 31

"are you fucking kidding me?!" harry's voice echoes through the entire tenth floor.

"two hundred pounds, i bet he's gonna fire this guy's ass," niall says, next to me. the three of us just done having lunch together at niall's office. i called one of the waiter once we're finished to grab all the dirty plates and glasses, unfortunately the guy dropped one of the cup. the water fell down to harry's lap, making harry angry.

"can you keep it down, like twenty?" i ask.

"fifty," he shakes my hand as we watch the poor guy trembling under harry's gaze.

"ten?"

"fifty! if he's not fired, the money will be yours."

"alright," i nodd.

"goodluck with that," niall wiggles his eyebrows at me.

"i'm- i'm really, really sorry, mr. styles," the waiter quickly puts all of the trays to his trolley. he grabs a napkin and try to wipe the coffee stains off of harry's pants.

"do not fucking touch me!" harry snatches the napkin away from the poor guy's hand and wipes the stain by himself.

"i truly am sorry, mr. styles," joe - the poor guy says.

"do not step a foot at this at this building anymore," harry starts, "you're fired!" harry shouts at joe, making joe froze on his spot. i stare in gawk at harry while niall celebrates his triumphant.

"h- hey," i stutter, "first of all, calm down," i stand up from my seat, "they're just trousers, harry, calm down."

"no, he's fired. that is my final state." harry snaps at me.

"sir? please, you can cut fifty percents of my paycheck, but please don't fire me," joe beggs.

"did you not hear what i say? leave!"

"harry-"

"no, scarlette. do not put your finger into this."

"b-but-"

"leave!" harry shouts at joe.

"they're just trousers!" i snap. "niall?" i ask for his help.

"what, i thought we've made a bet?" he asks, bluntly. i just look at him like 'really?'. "alright, alright," he sighs, "just leave the office, joe, you're not fired."

"yes, yes he is," harry says in an angry voice.

"nope. i'll buy you a new pair of that," he points to harry's pants, "but he's not fired," niall shakes his head at harry.

"these are armani." harry growls.

"they sell leggings now?" niall asks, curling his mouth. he looks like he's really thinking about it while rubbing his chin with an index finger. i try to keep a straight face too, but lose it with my own laughter.

"not funny, scarlette," harry's stern voice stops me from laughing. "and these are not leggings." he says to niall.

"c'mon harry, loosen up a bit! you can't just fire him," niall sighs.

"you know you will lose youre fifty pounds if he's not fired, right?" harry arcs his eyebrow.

"you heard?!" i shriek.

"what do you think, i'm deaf, scarlette? you two were making bet right next to me!" harry snaps.

"ah," niall bites his knuckles, "i'm really sorry, joe, you're fi-"

"are you serious?" i ask niall in disbelief. "you own one of the finest hotel in this country -- that's not even including your other properties and now you're willing to fire him just for fifty pounds...?" i stare at him in gawk.