Flawless // z.m

Six.

Friday was extremely busy.

The meeting with Mr. Styles on Wednesday had gone well and I was now on my way to fax over the coding for the new software to his office. Mr. Malik allowed me to sit in during that meeting and take notes that I could turn into my business teacher for extra credit. During the first five minutes of that meeting I decided that I really liked Mr. Styles. He was fun and friendly, but not over the top. When time came, he got down to business.

I stepped into the copy room and was relieved to see that no one was in there to witness my struggle with the fax machine. I looked around for a manual but when I found nothing, I stood and stared at the machine in front of me.

I didn't even know where the paper was supposed to go. I sighed and pushed the only button I knew, the power button. The machine beeped a few times and I bit my lip and shoved the paper in the small slot at the bottom. The paper went in half way until it wouldn't go any farther.

"That's where the paper comes out," I jumped, my hand clutching my chest as I swiftly turned to see Mr. Malik leaning against the door frame. His hands were shoved in his black pants and his eyebrows rose in amusement. I blushed and stepped to the side of the fax machine.

"I'm not good with computers or machines," I muttered, my face getting even redder. Mr. Malik nodded and pushed off the door frame. He stepped into the small room and held his hand out for the paper.

"I should have known you would have screwed this up," he stated. I frowned and pressed my lips in a tight line. I hadn't seen much of Mr. Malik since Tuesday because I had to reschedule all his weekend meetings to this week. The only times I did manage to catch him was when I'd drop off his coffee or get something signed. We mostly communicated through email.

I watched intently as he propped the paper in a slot and punched a few numbers on the number pad. The machine started beeping and the paper began to disappear and reappear from where I had originally stuck it.

"Done." Mr. Malik grabbed the paper from the slot and thrust it at me, "put these in a file and e-mail Styles to make sure he knows that they're coming." I nodded and waited for Mr. Malik to exit the room before I followed a few steps behind him. I escaped to my desk and fired up my computer and typed out a quick and formal e-mail to Mr. Styles.

From: Arabelle Samuels

Subject: Software coding

To: Harry Styles

Date: 21 February 2014

Mr. Styles,

The coding for the revisions have been faxed to your office. Please inform Mr. Malik or I when they reach you.

Sincerely,

Arabelle Samuels

Personal Assistant

Malik Incorporates

I hit send and almost instantly, my computer pinged with a new notification. I clicked on the small, red bouncing 1 next to my email.

From: Harry Styles

Subject: Software coding & a request

To: Arabelle Samuels

Date: 21 February 2014

Miss Samuels,

Please do call me Harry. I received the fax; thank you. I take it I'll be seeing you this weekend at Zayn's sister's birthday?