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ELEVEN.

The next morning, I was woken up by a small knocking on my door.

"Angelica?" My dad's head popped into my room. I just groaned in response. It was too early for human interaction.

"Would you be willing to take notes at my business meeting? My assistant is sick with the flu. Just for an hour or two?"

I rolled over on my side and looked at the time. 8 in the morning. I let out a sigh and agreed, not wanting to let him down. He grinned back. "Thanks, you're the best! Be ready in an hour and I'll drive you."

Shortly after he left, I stumbled out of the comfort of my bed. Did I have anything business casual? After shuffling around in my closet, I decided on a light blue blouse and a black pencil skirt. My messy hair was brushed out and smoothed down. My dad came back into my room, asking if I was ready and complimenting my clothing choice.

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His office was located downtown but not far from where we lived, about five minutes away, since we lived on the very edge of the city. The building was a tall glass building, marked "Styles Enterprise". Harry was the CEO after all, so of course he had the building named after him. How narcissistic.

The room that the meeting was taking place in was on the 9th floor, so we took the elevator. Everything in the building reminded me of Harry's house. Sleek, monochrome, and modern. He must have a thing for that type of design. And just like him, the building screamed intimidating.

The conference room was somewhere I'd never been before so it was a surprise when my father opened the doors and let me inside. The table was huge! At least 15 other men sat at the massive table, all wearing dark suits. I automatically felt shy and misplaced. I recognized one face at the head of the table, Harry Styles.

He wore a full suit this time, fit with a jacket and tie. He gave me a small smirk when I sat down a few seats away from him.

"Sorry we're a little late." My father said. "Eveyone, this is my daughter, Angelica. She'll be taking notes in place of Andrew today." He handed me a notepad and pen. Both items said "Styles" in blazing gold letters. We get it Harry, you're rich.

Just as soon as we walked it, the meeting was in full swing. I felt like I was in school again, writing notes while I half paid attention. I didn't even understand what they were discussing.

I kept sneaking glances at Harry. He seemed comfortable in his natural habitat. He was leaned back in the chair, hands folded on the glass table. He also kept looking over at me, catching me in my staring act. Everytime he did, I would hurriedly glance away. It was like a game.

"So what would be my share if I invested in your business?" Harry smartly asked one of the suited men. "70 grand." He replied back. I tried not to seem shocked or make an audible gasp. I couldn't believe some of the deals Harry was making for his company. He was really loaded, throwing money around.

"Of course you would also get-"

"Oh hold on Mr. Anderson." Harry interjected. "I don't think miss Angelica got that written down. That's an important note, sweetheart." He said to me with a smug little smirk. I took a second to scowl at him before jotting the number down. He was totally messing with me and it was embarrassing in front of my father and his colleagues.

Harry always found a way to make me feel small and childish. I couldn't figure out if I liked it or despised it. My feelings were all in a confused jumble. I definitely had strong feelings for him, I just hadn't decided if they were positive or negative yet.

More unbearably boring time passed by until Harry finally ended the meeting.

"Well that's a wrap on all of that." Harry said, clapping his hands together, making his rings make a satisfying clicking sound. I collected my things as I watched the men shake hands and exchange farewells.

Harry stayed perched in his chair at the end of the table, nodding to the goodbyes. I gave him a shy wave just as I was about to leave the room. He smirked back.

"Can you take a taxi home, honey? I need to finish some things up here at work." My dad asked. I agreed and left him to his business. I was used to taking public transport alone, my parents relied on me to be responsible and get my self around, since they were always busy with work and such.

I exited the colossal building and hailed a cab. Maybe I could catch a nap at home?

Harry's POV

I didn't know Angelica was going to attend that meeting. She looked so out of place but yet so fitting. Her shirt and tight skirt clashed with everyone's dark suits, but I loved it. She looked so classy and sexy. I wish I could tell her that but she wasn't ready. I couldn't tell what was going on that busy little mind of hers. She hardly reacted to my teasing. Most girls were all over me before I could even say hello.

I walked over to my desk because my ass was getting sore in that seat I had been sitting in for the past few hours. Just as I got up, there was a knock at my office door. "Come in."

In walked Evan, Angelica's father. What could he possibly want?

"Harry." He addressed me. I couldn't read his face but he definitely didn't look happy. Was he quitting? Moving? I grabbed a water bottle of my desk and took a long gulp. After all that talking at the meeting, my throat felt hoarse and dry.

"What is going on between you and my Angelica?" He crossed his arms in front of his chest. I choked on the water in my mouth, struggling to swallow it. Real classy Styles.

"Absolutely nothing. I don't understand what you're talking about." I tried to remain cool and calm even after I just nearly spit out my water all over his face.

He raised an eyebrow, clearly not impressed by my response. "Really? I can see how you look at her. I have eyes you know. That 'sweetheart' name you pulled? Are you sure nothing is going on? I know what kind of man you are."

I played my part and looked him in the eyes. "Evan, I can assure you that there's nothing going on between your daughter and I. I was just playing around with her. She's too young and innocent for me anyways."

"Damn right. Now I won't hesitate to get involved if I notice anything else happening between the two of you. I won't have it, Styles."

"Do you forget who you're talking to?" I replied a little more with pressure. "I am your boss." I reminded him with an eyebrow raise.

"And what does that have to do with anything? Are you implying that since you're in a high up position, you can go after whoever you want? Even a 17 year old child?"

I rubbed a hand over my lightly stubbled face. "That's not what I was saying in the least bit. I'm merely implying that I will not be talked to in that way. I own your paycheck along with your job so I'd watch your tone."

Evan frowned and looked at me in shock. He turned on his heels and stormed right out my door. Close call.

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