Styles Towers.

Epilogue || Two.

Rated M for Mature audiences: May contain intense violence, sexual content and/or strong language.

Smut Warning. (It is very brief).

Tuesday, July 9th.

London.

I have burrowed myself into my office at Styles & Co. Meyer Enterprise didn't need me and my CAO duties at Styles & Co never fails to cease.

Bouncing from building to building, business to business isn't as difficult as I thought it would be. Once I managed to keep a conventional schedule with the help of Anastasia and my assistant, who is no other than Addalyn, it became a breeze. Meyer Enterprise can run on its own for a few days without me; Harry accommodated me with setting up a well-devised team of dependable staff... Okay, what really transpired is. I may or may not have begged Harry to let me borrow some of his~our~ workers. We came to an agreement, we sat down and discussed who he would be more than happy to send over to my portion of the business and those who wanted to come over to my side did, those who wanted to stay at Styles & Co solely kept their positions.

The day hasn't been the best of days for me, to be quite honest, if it wasn't for the meeting I had to attend with Harry, I would have called out and stayed home. The best part of my day was when I managed to sink my teeth into some fresh lemon and lime wedges on my break.

My door opens and I glare towards it before my eyes soften at the sight of Harry. "If looks could kill, I'd be dead." He comments, stepping into the office and closing the door behind him.

"Didn't know it was you."

"Do ye' greet all people who enter like that... you should really work on that."

"Harry-"

Harry promptly cuts me off with ease, "I am kidding, what's the matter?"

I am not much in the mood for his jokes, even if he does mean no harm to them. He is only attempting to lighten the mood. "Nothing, I'm a bit busy, what do you need?" I don't bother to sugar coat my tone of voice.

"I am talking as your husband, not the CEO, what's wrong?"

My brows bump together in a scowl before I let out a heavy sigh, "nothing, what is it you need?"

"Mhm, don't make me lock your computer from the server, talk to me."

I shake my head. "You wouldn't," I mutter, narrowing my eyes on him. Despite my words I know he most definitely would have my computer knocked off the server and have it shut down.

He raises a brow as he steps closer to my desk, "jus' one text to I.T and it is done," he informs me before sitting on the edge of my desk and unlocking his phone.

"Harry, please stop pestering me."

"Suit yourself," Harry shrugs, his fingers tapping the screen of his phone.

"If you disable my computer, I am going to be pissed."

"You're already pissed," he shrugs, "you can either talk to me or your computer gets disabled." He gives me an ultimatum and I can't help but roll my eyes at him for what is presumably the hundredth time this week.

To say I'm a bit irritable would be an understatement at this point in time.

"You will make me lose my work."

"How many times have I told you to make sure you save it?"

"Bloody hell, okay, okay. Put the damn phone down." ... "What is it you want to know?"