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Chapter 18 - It Never Ends Well

Harry bites into his breakfast sandwich, wiping the side of his mouth and taking a sip of his orange juice. I had finally reached a point of compromise with him that probably would backfire. He had only agreed to give James his job back, if, and only if, I had three meals with him a day.

I had to have a smile plastered on my face, and tell him how I am, and feign happiness, otherwise he would fire James, and never hire him back, no matter how much I pleaded.

Breakfast with Harry, according to him, was a 1 hour festival of foods from all over the world. A buffet table was set up for the entire staff, and tables were set up with fancy white cloth that had intricate designs of cherubs and winged children. Because of this whole "festival" the entire dining hall was filled with staff members.

Chatter echoed throughout the air, and I watched as no one even threw us a glance. It was kind of nice, that no one was looking at us, that is. I guess they were so used to looking at us, that when they had an opportunity not to, they took it.

Harry and I sat at the biggest table, as if we needed an entire dining table just for two people. Harry continues to eat his food and I watch him. The only reason I didn't get up right then and there was because I had the thought of James, smiling, while doing his dream job. That was enough to keep my ass glued to this incredibly comfortable chair.

"So how did you sleep?" Harry asks, food still in his mouth, his face was expressionless and sleepy.

Jenna comes over before I can even speak and whispers something into Harry's ear. Harry looks at her as if she has four heads, and says something quick and sharp that seems to shoo her away.

His face is dark, and he stops eating now, pushing his plate to the middle of the table.

"What did she say?" I ask, leaning back against my chair as I await his response. Harry stares at me now, his expression hs humorless, and then it softens up a tad bit before it turns dark again.

He sighs.

"The truth," I say, "if you want "this", I say, gesturing to both of us, "to work, then you'll tell me what she said," I say now. I was going to use these 3 meals a day against him now. Pressuring him with questions, making him uncomfortable. He chose this, he chose me, so now he would pay the price.

Harry rolls his eyes.

"She said that the press is having a field day with the fact that I haven't seen my mum," he says, rolling his eyes again.

"So, I told her that the press is going to have a field day with how many workers I'll be firing within the next 24 hours."

I can't help but grin at how incredibly nonchalant Harry is towards things nowadays. He knew he had all the power, and that made him somehow arrogant, but in a sexy way.

"Harry, you have to see your mother, if you don't and she doesn't make- "

"Anyway, I have a meeting later today, I'll see you at 2PM for lunch," he cuts me off, getting up from his chair.

I sigh in defeat.

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"So, why did you even stay with him if he was keeping secrets from you like that? Especially one as big as that," James exclaims.

He was snapping the theatre room today, each day was a different room, and a different setting, which always seemed to liven up our conversations and give us new things to talk about.

I liked James, especially in settings like this one. Where we could just have meaningful conversations, and talk about life with no interruptions. It was his first week back since being fired, and he was determined to make his pictures perfect so Harry wouldn't have any other reason to fire him.