One Last Wish

His Offer

They say if you ever feel overwhelmed all you have to do is take a few deep breaths and everything will be okay. But, they never tell you what to do when you feel like your whole world has flipped upside down right before your own eyes.

What was I to do?

I knew that no amount of deep breaths would do me justice. Especially not with the way those cold green eyes of his drilled into mine, igniting tremors throughout my body. I couldn't understand why he had this huge effect on me. I hated it.

"What the hell are you doing here?" The bitterness in his voice was evident.

I had to let the shock wear off before I could even begin to think of what to say. "You're Harry Styles? The CEO here?"

I couldn't bring myself to believe this. My eyes have be deceiving me. He couldn't be the Chief Executive officer here. Aren't they all relatively old? He was too young.

I heard him mumble something under his breath before he exploded out of his seat.

"No shit." He spat. "I'm also incredibly pissed off, irritated, and furious. Who the hell let you in here?" He walked around his large mahogany desk and took long-legged strides towards me, stopping only a foot away. If he was trying to intimidate me, it worked.

I hesitate. "Barbara, the receptionist, did."

"For what reason?" He took a step closer, "To ruin another one of my suits?"

"No! Of course not!" My eyes found his as I backed away. "I didn't intend on this happening. I had no idea you worked here."

He rolled his eyes and crossed one arm over the other. He wasn't buying any of this even though it was the truth. "So why are you here then?"

I opened my mouth to speak, but those icy green eyes of his kept shutting me out. I couldn't think straight with him staring at me so venomously.

"Spit it out already. I haven't got all day." His eyes remained the same, pooled with nothing but darkness. I'm sure his eyes looked nice when they weren't filled with so much hatred.

"I'm..." I paused to try and collect my thoughts.

I'm here for an interview to get a job I desperately want, but probably won't get because you're the freaking CEO of Styles Incorporated.

"I-uh..."

"You know, I'm starting to believe you have a speech problem." He narrowed his eyes at me.

Dammit, Anya.

I exhaled shakily. Here we go.

"I'm here because I have an interview with you." I said, knowing full well the was the last thing he probably wanted to hear.

The room went silent.

He stared at me for a long moment with furrowed brows that made me all that more curious to figure out what was going on inside his head. I'm sure whatever he's thinking, it isn't good.

"So let me get this straight," he crossed his arms. Immediately, his suit strained around his toned muscles making them more visible. He must work out often. "You have an interview with me?"

I swallow the lump in my throat but it quickly is replaced with another. "Yes."

Harry's brows crease as scrutinizes what I said. I felt like all the air in my lungs suddenly vanished at that moment. It was strange having him look at me so intensely like that. I wanted to pull my eyes away from his, but I couldn't. It was like I was under some spell.