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Chapter 02- Zayn Malik

*Zayn's P.O.V*

"Wait.....WHAT?!!!" I shouted unintentionally at the poor employee of my father. He visibly jumped at my voice. I just dont fucking care if he jumped or bumped on a nearby truck. Nobody knows what Im feeling right now. Nobody. Frustrated is just an understatement of what Im feeling right now. The shares. The same shares that I've been working for my ass of has been brought off for a higher payment by some jackass. I swear if he is near me, I slammed my hand hard on the table infront of me making the lighter things fall down and form a bruise on my knuckles that I could care less about. This guy standing infront me is sweating his life off. Why? Why cant my dad hire someone who could man up and face the fucking problems. And look at him trembling infront me. If he cant handle my anger why the hell he is even in my Corporate?
The Malik Corporate is not just another corporate in this world. It has a reputation, a standard, a high-level of respect earned over all these years. My grandfather to my father and now finally for me. Yes, this chews my ass off every chances it get to but still this is my responsiblity and I cant tolerate a share loss. This is the first time something like this has happened. I pulled my hair back in roughly and let my hand stay on my head. Its like a storm just fell on my head. Last time I checked the shares was supposed to be ours. I looked at this guy infront of me who had his pathetic head hung low and breathing hard. Just the sight of him made my nose to flare and fist my hair, "IS THERE-Is there anything you wanna talk about Mr. Heyman?" I sneered at him. My words spilling like venom. "M-Mr.Malik I-I Didnt..Didnt.." Pathetic son of a bitch cant even complete a sentence. I gritted my teeth at this sight and slowly walked towards him with my hands on my pocket. Each step I took, he looked like he was on the verge to death. Good. I want everyone to have this effect on me.

When I was finally infront of him, I waited until he would look my eyes but no, its like his head is portrayed low. Oh hell no, Im not gonna have these type of chickens in my corporate. I bent my head to his face level, "No words, no balls, no backbone, no voice,..." I listed in a very venoumous way and he was shaking and thats it, my hands found his throat and pushed him to the nearby wall, he was cringing in pain with his eyes wide and struggling to breathe, I smirked ever so lightly, "How much did you pay for getting here? HA? HOW MUCH DID YOUR PATHETIC SOUL PAID FOR STEPPING INSIDE THIS PLACE?!" I boomed at him pressing my hold on his neck even more,"DO YOU KNOW MY SLEEPLESS NIGHTS?! MY HARDWORKS?! MY SACRIFICES FOR THIS SHARE?! HA?!?!" My anger was getting out of control and I was about to kill this guy when the door opened, "HEY! HEY! ZAYN!! WHAT THE HELL MAN?! LEAVE THIS GUY ALONE! ZAYN!!" Harry was trying to pry my hands away from his throat and he was finally successful and once my hands was away from him, he fell down to the floor coughing and breathing harder.

I looked at him and realized what I've done. My anger took control over me again. Harry kneeled down on one knee and aided that wimp, "Are you ok Mr.?" Harry asked him with a really concerned voice while I just rolled my eyes at the drama happening. Whenever I think about the shares my ears heat up, how can something like that happen?

From my corner of my eyes I saw Harry helping him stand up who was wobbling like a girl who got a rough fuck last night.
Wimp...

He was about to go out of the door when I stopped him,"Hold on Mr. Heyman" he immediately stopped and turned to look at me and I went to my table and tore a cheque from the cheque book and scribbled the amount and signed it. I looked at him and Harry to see both of them looking at me confused, I grabbed the cheque and looked at it and looked at him before handing it to him but he didnt know whether to grab it or not, that action of him made me raise my eyebrows, "Arent you gonna take it Mr. Heyman?" I asked him with a calmly way possible,
"What is this Zayn?" Harry asked looking confused and I looked at him with a fake amused look that I could muster up, "You mean this? Harry, this is what you call a Cheque" I sarcastically answered his dumb question shifting my attention to the wimp, "Mr. Malik, Ch-cheque, Cheque f-for what?" he shakily asked me while I rolled my eyes, "Mr. Heyman, this is a cheque.." I looked closer in his eyes, "For you to gather your pathetic ass out of this building" I stepped back nodding my head with a smirk on my face while Harry looked angry for what I did but didnt talk anything which Im thankful for, "Sir, Mr. Malik, Please dont do this Sir, I have a family-" "GET OUT!!!" I cut off his cry story with these two words which made him shut up and tear up. Great, this man cries, the last thing I need to do is hear him cry. "Grab this and get out" I instructed him slowly and he nodded before grabbing it sniffing, he looked at the amount in the cheque and he was stunned, "Mr.M-Malik, This is a higher p-payment I-I..." I cleared my throat, "Now who wrote the cheque?" I asked him, "You, M-Mr. Malik" he answered making me nod and I sat on my table one leg down and rested my elbow on my leg and looked at him, "Good, now I wrote the cheque, which means I know what Im doing" I answered him with my eyebrows raised, in return made him shake his head, "Thats not wh-what I meant Mr. Malik, This payment is so high, nobody have ever recieved such amount" he complained and I sighed, "You and I both know why I hired you here, you didnt have any qualifications or any past experience in this job, but still I hired you because I had a look at your family, Now with this money.." I pointed at that cheque in his hand, "Start your own shop or business or whatever you need to, and start building your family back again, take that amount as a donation from me rather than a salary" I explained him and he looked happy, and tears started flowing on his cheeks. No not again. "I know, I know your not a heartless person, your having a big heart and you just chosed to not to show it, After what I have done, I never expected this from you, but still you were worried about my family, your just the exact copy of your dad, I-I dont know how to thank y-" I cut his long speech," Thank me by leaving this place and starting your own business, Im in no mood to hear long speeches" I muttered making him chuckle and harry smiled. He nodded and muttered a 'thank you sir'  to harry and left the building for good this time. FINALLY!

Well theres is still more problems, "Why are you doing this to yourself man?" Harry asked me after Mr. Heyman was out. And Oh! Harry is one of my best pal since diapers and he has taken over his father's 'Styles Enterprises', who visits me whenever he gets time just to make sure that Im not killing anyone. I was genuinly confused by his words, "What do you mean?" I asked him and he sighed, "You know exactly what Im talking about Zayn, why are you being so rude and kind at the same time?" He asked me as if he didnt know the answer, "You know why I do that Harry, whats with you and dumb questions today?" I asked him as I made my way to my chair and took a seat while Harry sat on the table where i previously seated on. Harry chuckled, "Same old Zayn, Same old" he said shaking his head. I was in no mood to put my finger on his humour as I just looked at him, who threw his hands up in defense chuckling. Suddenly a phone ringed making Harry drop his hands down and take his phone out of his pocket and immediately answered it jumping off from the table as if a ghost called him. The way he is reacting is making me worried than I already am.
"Yes, yes dad.."
Oh its his dad. Bastard almost made me call the cops for the way he was reacting. But my mind was completely cornered by this share issue. Not one day have gone by without me feeling the pressure of this business journey. I Zayn Malik, am not the one to accept defeat easily. I was glaring at space when Harry called me, "Zayn, hey man, a conference came up and I have to be there now" he said clicking something in his phone and finally kept it inside his pocket and looked at me making me sigh and stand up giving him our signature bro hug. "Please dont kill anyone, you know very well that this share thing is not a big deal at all, especially for a businessman like you, take the best decision that I know you will take yeah?" There, this is why I love Harry, he always have the perfect words to ease the situations. I smiled at him gratefully before nodding, he smiled nodded back, "I'll call you at night, and lets see if we have some time for a drink with our lads" he offered, Usually I'll answer it straight away with a 'Why not?'  But today is different, "I'll think about it yeah?" I told him and he knew the reason for my reply and nodded, "Dont take it to your head man, I know you can solve this" with that he patted my back and disappeared through the door. The calm mode in me immediately vanished and I called the Incharge Of Money Section, Mrs. Ramsay,  she was in her late 50s and a very old employee of this corporate. She's been here before I even stepped into this company. One of a trustworthy woman.

She stepped into my room with some files, "Yes Mr. Malik?" She responded, "The shares" I simply stated and it made her eyes scrunch into worried ones, "I-Im sorry Mr. Malik, w-we did o-our bes-" "I want that back" I cut her off without even looking at her I was just glaring at the chair infront of me. "B-But Mr. Malik h-how?" "Your the incharge of money system here right?" I asked, "Yes, M-Mr. Malik but-" "Transfer some hundred thousands more than he did and bid the share once again from The Malik Team" I cut her off with my response and her eyes lit up, "Yes..yes..Mr. Malik I will and Uhm can I leave?" She asked excitedly, I nodded without even looking at her. I heard the door knob clicking indicating shes gone.

I know, I just know the shares will be brought back. The Malik's ideas have never gone at stake. Theres no way in hell im going to slip this share away from my fingers. Within minutes my office telephone ringed snappinh me from my glare trance and I answered it, "Good evening Mr. Malik, We are from the Share Agency and we was just informed about your bidding for our shares.." I finally heard what I wanted to hear and I smirked feeling the disgusting taste of defeat was replacing by the usual one of victory. I discussed the confidential details and just like I thought the shares are back in king's hold. Finally when the conversation was over, I set the phone back in the reciever and smirked at the space where i previously glared at.

Whats mine is mine, And I Zayn Malik Never Take 'No'  As An Answer..

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