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.
|:E:| "So, how was the tour?" Claire asks me as we paint the nursery room.
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After Harry gave me a ride back home, Claire called me up and asked if I wanted to help her and Zach paint the nursery. Zach is Claire's fiancé, and they've been together for about as long as I can remember. Zach's a really nice dude, and hot, and athletic. He used to play baseball, basketball, and football before graduating high school, and played a bit in college for the New York Yankees Baseball team. He eventually graduated college with Claire, and they're now expecting their first child.
Anyways, since Harry pretty much forbid me from ever getting into a taxi again, Zach picked me up and drove us back to their apartment. By the way, Zach is rich. Well, his family is, but he's a vice CEO that helps run his father's business, and so they have a very nice apartment building, well actually it's a penthouse.
"It went great as fuck. I mean, he's such a nice guy, controlling at times, but overall nice. And you must've really done a great job at work considering the office you landed, that shit's luxurious." I tell her, my eyes widening at the memory of how big it was.
"I mean, he did tell me I was his best assistant in his three years of owning the company, and I'm only the second one." She chuckles, and I join in as well. She then clears her throat as if remembering something. "Hey, what's up with you not catching a taxi anymore?"
I sigh as I answer her. "It's a long ass story." I warn her, and she waves her hand at me, replying "Bitch, spill."
I tell her what happened, and after I finished I sigh and she rubs her temples, putting the paint roller down. "Jesus Christ, yeah you're right he is controlling, but thats pretty sweet of him." She says, and I nod.
"Yeah, Styles is a dickhead most of the time, but he's a pretty good person if you're on his good list." Zach nudges me on the shoulder, strolling in with our food in his hands.
"Geez, how long have you been standing there?" I ask him.
"The whole explanation of why I had to pick your ass up earlier."
I nod, setting the paint brush on the ground and taking a bag out of his hands and thanking him as I open it up, finding the steak quesadilla and plopping onto the paper covered ground, getting ready to devour it.
"Wait a minute, how do you know Harry?" I ask Zach, and he sighs.
"From many businesses meetings and nights out. We also have had him over for dinner a couple times, since Claire is practically like his little sister to him." He tells me, and Claire blushes.
"The fuck you blushin' for? You know how he is towards you." I say, and she bursts into laughter.
My phone vibrates and I grab it from my back pocket, seeing an unknown number calling me.
"Um hello?" I say into the phone, before his voice comes through in the line.
"Hello Ebony, are you alone?" He asks, and I excuse myself from the room as I step onto the balcony and close the sliding door, sitting on the cushioned lawn chair.
"Hi Mr. Styles. Um not really, how'd you get my number?" I ask, and he chuckles a bit as if what I said was kind of funny.
"Of course I have your number, it's on the employees file. Anyways, who're you with?" He asks, and I sigh.
"I'm with Claire and Zach, is there something important that you need right now?" I ask, and he slurs out a 'no'. Wait, he's drunk...
"No, not really. What are you guys doing?" He asks, and I roll my eyes at how interrogative he's being.
"We're painting the baby's room. What are you doing, Sid the Science Kid?" I challenge him, and I hear him groan amusedly.
"I was actually having a drink with one of my friends. But she left, so now I'm lonely. Can I come over?" He asks, and my eyes widen in surprise.
"It seems like you had more than one drink, Mr. Styles. And this ain't my house, it's up to Claire and Zach, but I'll ask. And speaking of you having more than one drink, I'm pretty sure you can't drive." I argue, and I hear him sigh.
"Babe, stop calling me Mr. Styles. You make me sound as if I'm my father. And also, I have a driver for nights like these. Just ask Claire if I can come over, would you?" He asks as if he's getting irritated with me, but I'm the one who should be irritated as of right now. But, imma hold my tongue for now. And he just called me babe, but he probably calls a lot of people that, I dunno. So I'm not bout to overthink that shit and jump into hella conclusions.
"Sure, whatever," I sigh, walking back inside and entering the nursery as Claire and Zach finish up their food and throw the trash away. "Aye, Harry wants to know if it's okay with you two if he comes over and helps out." I shrug, and Claire looks at Zach before looking at me, shrugging their shoulders. "Yeah, they don't care."
"That's great babe, now I can see all of my favorite people. What are you wearing?" He slurs, and I start to giggle at him because even though he's sort of annoying right now, it's kind of funny and adorable how drunk he is.
"Why do you want to know, Harry?" I bite my lip as I exit the nursery once again, stepping into the living room.
"Because, I'm just wondering. I don't want to show up overdressed, and if I am then I'll go change." He mumbles through the line.
"Just a white T-shirt and some leggings. What are you wearing?" I ask out of curiosity, and he sighs.
"You'll see Ebony, you'll see."
~•~ Well, this was trash...
But I promise the next chapter's gonna be better.
I starting writing this chapter while I was finishing up my other story, so it kind of bad.
But, there's good news...
IMMA BE FOCUSING ON THIS STORY AND THE OTHERS WAY MORE SINCE I'VE FINISHED INTERTWINED! *cue audience clapping*
Yeah you heard me, I finished Intertwined and entered it in the Wattys.
I know it probably isn't gonna win because, well, it was my first story an it's a bit cringe, but hey at least I tried.
Anyways, I hope you have a great day, or night, wherever and whenever you're reading this.
