My dear boss Zayn

Women

Zayn's POV

"I found someone, boss. His name is Daniel." Angelo says.

"Yeah ? Tell me more about him."

"Well," he pauses, reading his files, "Daniel, 26 years old, he used to work for the marines. I think he has a lot of potential."

"And why did he quit his job ?"

"He got arrested actually," he pauses, "traffic in narcotics."

"Oh," I start to laugh, "nice."

"He went two years in prison but now he is free." He says, rummaging through his papers.

"Apparently he didn't learn anything from that experience," I smile, "because he wants to work with us now."

"I guess that's true. I think he is our man, boss."

"Did he understand exactly what we want ?"

"He did, he was very enthusiastic about it."

"I'm hiring him as a spy," I roll my eyes, "not as a fucking clown."

"So," Angelo says hesitantly, "is it convenient for you ?"

"Yeah," I say looking away through the window's car, "whatever. Let me know how it goes, I've got something else to do right now." Then Angelo turns his head to see what I'm looking at.

"Zayn," he sighs, "really ?"

"What ?" I turn my head and roll my eyes, "is there something you want to say ?"

"All I'm saying is that harassment is not the best way to get someone back."

"Mind your damn business buddy." I say, cold but also upset because I don't really know what I'm doing, I'm nervous but I'm trying not to show it.

"Actually when you decide to buy a whole restaurant with money we don't have and without telling me, I'm sorry but yeah, it is also my damn business." He says and I feel like I'm being scolded for a moment.

"God relax," I roll my eyes, "the money was mine, I got it on an old bank account. I wouldn't use the enterprise's money for this shit." I say, avoiding his gaze.

"Yeah, I hope you wouldn't," he pauses, "what's the matter with this girl anyway."

"Of course I wouldn't let us down," I clench my fists as it drives me mad that he can doubt me, "and you should find someone to get laid instead of annoying me."

"No thanks," he laughs, "I really don't have time for this shit."

"You don't have time for sex," I raise a brow, "well maybe I should stop making you work that hard for me." I laugh.

"Anyway, women are trouble."

"Yes, they are" I look at her from where I am and decide to leave the car, " but don't we know that."