This is the most important interview of my life. I'm meeting the most powerful man of New York City. I've heard that he gets whatever he wants, even when he can't he still somehow does. He's a player, fuck boy, all of the above. He sleeps with whoever he wants. He's just so charming that you could fall in love and he'd be the one to break your heart. He's got long curly hair, shoulder length, and green eyes. Very green eyes that could make you weak in the knees. Anyways, I'm Anna Ferguson. Short for Annabella but I hate that name so I go by Anna. I'm 22 and I have blue eyes and blonde hair. And I'm in the elevator to see Mr. Styles. As the elevator opens up I see a female secretary. I walk up to her subtly and calmly.
"Hello, I'm Anna Ferguson. I'm here to see Mr. Styles." I smiled politely at the woman who was now standing.
"Right this way Ms." The woman said as she lead me to his office. "I'm Melissa by the way." She smiled as we finally approached a door and she knocked on it softly.
"Come in." A deep, dark voice spoke from the other side and I got a little nervous but maintained my cool until I officially saw my potential boss.
"Go on in." She smiled then walked back to her desk at the front and I walked into the office that had an amazing view.
I slowly opened the door and walked in slowly as I looked at a man who's back was facing me. I looked at him as he stood facing the window in his office as he looked out of the window of the office.
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"Uh, h-hello I'm Anna Ferguson. You m-must be-." I paused and looked at him when he stopped me.
"I'm Harry Styles. I know you're Anna. Sit. Now." He commanded, his voice was very deep and stern, and I took a seat.
"Okay." I smiled as I quicky took a seat and he sat in a chair behind the enormous desk.
"So, why did you apply for the job as my assistant?" Mr. Styles asked as he stared me down and I looked at him and swallowed the ball of nerves I had built up.
"I applied for this job because I know you need the hardest of workers and I work harder than anyone you might know of." I said then finally got into serious mode. "Plus, I have heard of what kind of man you are, Mr. Styles. And if you think for one second that I am going to be one of your dirty little sluts that's not happening. I'm here to work and only work. And if you can't respect that then I suggest you find someone who will fuck you in order to get the job. I work to get what I want. Sex is not working hard, it's just a bribe." I said and he looked at me with lust in his eyes.
"Well then, thank you Ms. Ferguson. You've got the job. I expect you to be here early Monday morning so I can show you the ropes. I hope that you can handle this. I'm a persistent man and I like things done right the first time. Understood?" Mr. Styles asked and looked at me with a sharp stare and I smirked and I nodded my head.
"Yes sir, Mr. Styles." I said and began to grab my things when he stopped me and my attention turned towards him.
"It's Harry. Mr. Styles was my fathers' name, and to be honest that man was a waste of time and a complete asshole." Harry said and I looked at him as I collected the rest of my things.
