the ceo - h.s. [au]

chapter 48

this morning i got a call from niall to go to the hotel earlier to preserve some complex filling systems and databases so i did go to the hotel at seven to check it all up once again before doing what niall told me.

to my suprise, the hotel is pretty busy even though holiday had been over since like two weeks ago, but i think this is why niall looks so happy lately because the income he and harry got is enormous. niall doesn't do much at the hotel these past few days because he and his friends are starting to construct their "biggest mall in town" together.

the tabloids such as times or even forbes are being crazy about how rich they are in such a young age. the whole hotel also talks about how our bosses and their group of friends could rule the world economic if they keep growing and growing their business, but i think they're overrated and i'm just proud of how smart and intelligent they are.

come to think about it, maybe some people need to comprehend that these kids are eating with gold spoon since they came out of the womb, thus they have the money to build whatever they want after continuing their parents' business. it's their great great grandparents that should be applaused on if we count how much of their generation can eat from their sweats. not that i'm underestimating harry and his friends or even their parents' ability, i still appreciate the intelligence they have, but i think people give them excessive credits.

"scarlette!" alex called from behind. i turn around to face him and see him panting like he just done a marathon.

i look at him in solicitous, "are you okay? do you need water?" i approach him.

"have you done your work?" he asks in such hurry.

"not yet, still got half of it. why?"

"nah, i'm just bored and thought that you could accompany me for a bit." he shrugs.

i tilt my head to the side stare at him in confused, "is something wrong?"

"this dumb ass accidentally sent mr. styles a funny video of fishes mating with a very annoying and funny sound as the background," someone says from behind — i realized the voice belongs to mike.

my eyes widen in shock at alex as mike guffaws from behind. i stare at pale faced alex in disbelief. he gives me that kind of face when someone wants you to just understand their real purpose and shrug it off — personally, i trully comprehend because he probably wanted to send it to his friends since i often send my friends funny videos about anything from my social media, but knowing he sent it to harry — i honestly don't know what to say anymore.

"it was meant to be sent to my girlfriend!" he tries to explain.

i gulp, "and what is your girlfriend's name?"

"i sent it from my laptop so it doesn't matter!" he groans, ruffling his own hair. "mr. styles' messages was right below hers. my girlfriend was mad at me over a little thing and since she's on her period i decided to send something funny to her. i thought she was the one who texted asking me 'where the fuck is the fucking file?' because she was crazy this morning over her lost file, turns out it was mr. styles. you know what happened next." he takes a deep breathe after running out of it.

staring at him in agape while shaking my head, i can still hear mike keeps laughing from behind saying how fucked alex is right now. alex looks at me with hopeful eyes when i don't even know why.

i clear my throat and pull him by the suit, "where is he right now?" i ask, referring to harry.

"at his office room," alex sighs. "fuck, there's a chance that i will be fired today. it has been really nice knowing you, scarlette, mike." he nods at the both of us with eyes full of pressure.