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.
"Look," I place the papers down on his desk and flattened my palms on the surface, facing him. "I don't understand why you're so mad at me, Mr. Styles. You're acting like I went into the taxi in spite of you. I actually don't have a car so that's my transportation, alright?" I try to reason with him, but he rolls his eyes and looks back to his MacBook.
"You know what, fine, give me the silent treatment. I don't care anymore." I raise my hands up in defeat and start to walk out of his office.
"Ebony," I hear him rasp out my name, and my hand freezes on the doorknob as I turn the upper half of my body sideways to look at him, and he's averted his eyes from his laptop to me.
"Sir?"
He gets up and walks around his desk, meeting me halfway to the middle of the room. He stands there for a few seconds before licking his lips and staring into my eyes with the blankest emotion I've ever seen.
"You're fired."
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