Chapter Three

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-Mr. Styles-

-Chapter Three-

The next morning, Georgia was beyond nervous.

She was definitely ready, but her mind was racing so much that she didn't think she was.

She woke up at 7:00, thinking she was running late.

She rushed around and took a quick shower, and quickly got dressed.

She raced out to the kitchen, but skidded to a stop when she saw Louis setting breakfast on the table.

"Good morning, Georgia", Louis said with a smile.

"Louis, I'm running so late. I feel terrible I just-", Louis laughs.

"Relax. I set you clock a head so you wouldn't be late. You've got an hour until you have to be there yet. You can sit down and eat breakfast with me, and then I can drive you to work", Louis says.

Georgia smiles.

"Louis...thank you so much", Georgia says.

"Of course. Now come on, let's eat", Louis says.

After breakfast, Louis drives Georgia to work.

"I'll pick you up later, ok?", Louis says.

Georgia smiles, giving Louis a hug.

"Thank you, Louis.", Georgia says.

He smiles.

"Good luck", Louis says as she climbs out of the car.

She waves to Louis before entering the building.

It's exactly as she remembers it.

Nancy smiles at her when she enters.

"Georgia, welcome back", She says, smiling.

"Thank you", She says.

She heads to the elevator and takes it up to the 18th floor.

She mentally prepares herself for having to meet with Harry at ten, as she had been told over the phone from Nancy last night.

The elevator dinged and she stepped out, walking towards the small office that had been assigned to her.

She was reaching for her keys when a familiar voice was heard.

"Georgia right? Looks like you've got the job", Nick says.

Georgia turns and smiles.

"Yes I did", She says, unlocking her office.

Georgia flicks on the light.

"Woah", Georgia breathes out.

The office was quite beautiful, even though it was small.

There was a nice brown desk and soft chair behind it, a small plant on top of it.

There was a bookshelf on the other side of the room, and a small fridge on the floor.

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