Someday {Niall Horan}

Chapter 33: Downhill

Emily's POV

"Zayn Malik?" I almost choke on my apple juice hearing her words. Why hadn't I heard of that company before, and why does it have such a bizarre name?

"Yeah, you've never heard of him?" Aaliyah asks. "Rumor has it that he's trying to outdo Bellavogue, and that he sleeps with all of his models." The thought makes me want to vomit.

"Is that really necessary?" All I've felt throughout this entire situation is shocked. Perrie was diagnosed with depression and almost killed herself, and Zayn owns the competing modeling agency. "What are they going to do to stop him?" They both shrug their shoulders.

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Niall's POV

Emily left to work five fucking hours ago, and still hasn't called to have me pick her up. I can't get the thought of her out of my mind. The clock continues to make an annoying ticking noise and I'm startled when my phone finally rings. It's about time.

"Hello, Emily?"

"Hello sir, it's Brenda. There has been a horrible incident with LaPuissant, it's urgent." Fucking hell, I'm already upset that it's not Emily that called, I don't want to deal with that shit company. "Can you-" I cut her off.

"I'll be right there." I hang up the phone and lock the door once I got out. Whatever it is with LaPuissant must be important, or else Brenda wouldn't have called.

Once I get in my car everything becomes a blur, and all I can focus on is the streets. Why the hell does that damn company want from mine, why the hell hasn't Emily called me to pick her up yet? The light turns red before I pass, but I ignore it. I just want to get there, figure out what the problem is, and get Emily. I don't care if I get a ticket, I can pay for it.

As I finally get to the parking lot I slide my car into an empty space and get out. I pass through the doors and once I enter everyone stares at me. Brenda, the security guard, Harry, and from the very far end corner of the room, Louis.

"What are you all staring at?" I ask. Right when I do everyone goes back to your work. "What the hell is it?" I ask Brenda who is sitting in her usual desk typing on her laptop.

"Sir, I mean...Niall I suppose that we shall talk about this in a more private area. Perhaps your office?"

"Sure." She follows me into my office where I see Emily picking up files from the floor. "Emily?" She turns around to see me.

"Oh, hey. I was just finishing up-"

"That's fine. Just leave it all on Brenda's desk and wait for me by my car. I'll be there soon, okay?" She stares at me for a second, her mouth slowly opening as if to say something, but she stops and gently nods before exiting the room with the bag of files.

"What is it? Make it quick, I don't have time for bullshit."

"Sir-"

"It's Niall." I really don't mean to be rude to her, she hasn't done anything wrong, but I need to get this over with so that I can fix it.

"Right, Niall. The problem with LaPuissant is that Perrie, Perrie Edwards has decided transferred there-" I cut her off again.

"What the hell? I told you to make sure that no models leave our agency, they all signed a year long contract." Bloody hell, if our company gets overrun by them we'll go broke and I can't have that happen.

"I know, Niall. That's the problem here, we need to get her back here, but the doctor says that it's for the best." I just get more confused by the second. What does a doctor have to do with anything that we're talking about?