When Harry, the CEO of Styles Inc. and richest bachelor in NYC, has to find a new PA to take his old ones spot, his old PA recommends her friend, Ebony.
"That's a real one in your reflection Without a follow, without a mention" ~Nice For What Drake
|:E:| "Woah, this is nice Mr. Styles." I gush over my office. It's still got Claire's boxes in it, but I told Mr. Styles that I would deliver them to her apartment.
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"Well, Claire was my most favorite assistant so I remodeled the whole thing for her. This is really her style, and I understand if you don't want it to look this way and I'll be willing to change it for you." He says as he stands by the doorway.
I walk around, skimming my fingers over the bookcases behind the desk, collecting imaginary dust on my fingers.
Claire must've been a very good assistant, because this shit is luxurious. It practically looks better than Harry's office to be honest.
"This'll do for now, Mr. Styles. I love it." I say as I turn towards him, and he smiles at me.
"Great, well let's continue on with the tour and then we'll go over your schedule." He explains to me, and I nod my head.
This is going great.
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"And last but not least, here's the conference room, where you'll be spending most of your career at since you'll be typing everything that I say so that we can use them as data, or notes." He explains, and I nod.
"Well, that concludes our little tour. Is there any questions that you need to be answered?" He asks with a serious facial expression, but his smirk still remains.
"Oh, about he typing everything that you say down thingy, is it alright if I write it down? I just feel more organized if I use pen and paper rather than keyboard and screen." I explain to him, and he thinks about it for a bit.
"I've never had someone ask me to do that before, but I'll give you a chance at it. If you screw it up, it's back to typing, understand?" He raises an eyebrow at me, and I reply with a "Yes, Mr. Styles."
"Good. Now about your schedule, weekdays it'll be that you're here from 1:30 pm to 8:30 pm. Then on Saturdays, 12:00 pm to 9:00 pm. Sundays are only for very important or drastic meanings, which means it's a slim to none chance that you'll ever be here on a Sunday. You've got that?" He asks to see if I'm still with him, and I nod. "Well alrighty then. I'll see you on Monday morning, and welcome to Styles Inc. I'll escort you out Ms. Williams." He tells me, and I nod as I say "Thank you."
I walk out of the door before him, and I have a weird feeling as if he's watching me walk. And I know you're like 'well yeah of course he's watching you. You're in front of him and he needs to see where he's going.' But I'm talking about watching as my ass goes from side to side, every single time. I can just feel him smirking down at me, causing me to walk even faster towards the front.
We finally reach the front of building, and I mentally say "hallelujah" as we reach the revolving doors.
"Well Mr. Styles, I'll see you on Monday. Hope you have a nice-" he frowns at me before stopping me by saying, "Like hell you're taking a taxi. I told you you're not getting in one anymore, as long as I'm around. Come on, I'll drive you home." He waves me over, and I try to protest.
"Mr. Styles, that's very kind of you but like that was a one time thing with the dude. There's a one in a million chance that he'll be my driver ever again-" and as if in cue, I hear a car horn honk and there goes the man in his taxi waiting for me, a smirk on his face.
"Is that him? Because if that is I'm going to have a word with that pedophile." He mumbles as he walks toward the man, but I put my hands against his chest to stop him.
"Mr. Styles, Mister- ah forget it. You can take me home." I sigh, and he stops in his tracks.
"Well that wasn't so hard, was it Miss Williams?"
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"Woah, this is nice." She eyes my Audi sports car. I mean, I gush over it too, it's a beaut.
"Yeah, it's pretty sexy if you'd ask me. I classify her as my sexiest car that I own." I say proudly, starting the engine up.
"So you classify your cars as women?" She asks me, and I nod.
"Well, I cant really say anything because back when I was in Mississippi, I called my Jeep Moonlight." She shrugs, and I hum in acknowledgment at this new piece of information as I pull out of the parking garage.
"So, where are we heading?" I ask her, and she gives me an address that I know too well. "You live there?" I ask in disbelief, and she nods slowly, as if she's taking what I said into offense.
"Harry, I'm a college student, not a rich CEO." She says, and then puts her hands over her mouth as she realizes that she just called me by my first name. Usually I'd be furious at my other employees if they ever disrespected me like that, but with Claire and Ebony, I'm surprisingly fine with it. "I-I'm so sorry Mr. Styles, I was just-" I cut her off before she goes on a full guilt trip of rambling.
"You're okay, Ebony. It's fine if you call me by my first name, we're not even at work. I'm simply dropping you off to your home. But back to this place where you live at, I don't care if you are a college student, a girl like you shouldn't live in a place like that. I'm sure that you're parents didn't raise you in a home like that, now did they?" I ask, and she shakes her head no. "That's what I thought. Now, luckily I have an apartment that I'm willing to lend you for as long as you need it until you earn enough for a better place, and I'd like to show it to you after work on Monday, yeah?" I explain to her, and she nods her head yes. I love her obedience, it makes her so adorable and innocent-like. But I know it won't last, because Claire was the same way until we became friends and she disagreed with me, but for good causes.
The GPS tells me that we've arrived at our destination, and I pull up to where she points is her building. It looks awful, I mean it's probably nice for a college kid but I'm not used to small. I'm used to luxury.
"Thank you for the ride, Mist-Harry. I really appreciated it." She says as she looks over to me, and I lick my lips. "Anytime Ebony. I'll pick you up on Monday since you won't be riding in those taxis anymore." I suck my teeth, and she laughs.
"Okay, I'll see you later. Bye, Harry." She waves as she opens the door, and I wave back as I watch her get up from her seat, giving me a good view of that ass in spandex. It was better when she was in the building with no coat on, because I got to see it in it's full glory. "Bye Ebony."
I pull off and drive to my home, calling a girl named Tricia to see if she was up for some drinks tonight.
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A/N
Jesus Christ I'm tired, but yeah. There isn't no sexual shit in here yet between Harry and Ebony, ya nasties. I'm trying to not rush anything yet, so just bare with me loves.
