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There was a knock on Harry's office door at exactly twelve thirteen.

"Come in!"

The door opened and standing in the doorway was Carla, a very good friend of Zayn and Harry's and also an employee of Harry's. She was head of the advertising department and at the moment, still the only woman on the panel.

"Mr. Styles."

"Yes, Carla?"

"There's a man and he's been waiting outside your office for the last twenty minutes. I finally asked him what he was doing here and he said he didn't know but that you had asked to see him. Is he telling the truth or should I send him away?"

Harry quickly stood up from his desk. "No, no, no. Don't send him away. Send him in."

"You're sure?"

"Yes. Send him in. Thank you, Carla."

"Sure, sir."

After a brief moment, Carla came back with a dark skinned man whom Harry recognized right away as Amos Canturbery. As soon as she closed the door behind them, Harry walked over to him and embraced him tightly.

"Amos."

"Sorry I'm late. It turned out that I couldn't cancel that appointment after all."

"That's okay. I just can't believe you actually came."

"Why not?" He asked as they pulled apart. "You told me to come by."

"I know. I'm not saying it as if your visit is a surprise. I just can't believe you actually did come. That's all. Especially when you didn't even know why."

"Which leads me to my first question of the day. Why am I here, Mr. Styles? And why is it a secret that I'm here?"

Harry looked towards the curtains to make sure they were closed all the way, then he went over to the door to lock it. When he spoke, his voice was low but high enough for Amos to hear.

"Okay, listen. What I am about to say to you cannot leave this room. Under any circumstances."

"Okay."

"And when I say what I'm about to say, don't go acting beserk. Just... hear me out."

"Okay."

"You might want to sit down first though."

He did, but with a curious look on his face.

"Alright. I'm sitting."

Harry was really scared to say it, so he took a deep breath and went over to the window that looked down at the traffic. It was raining. "Zayn's been kidnapped."

There was a silence. "What?"

"They took him."

Amos sat up in the chair. "Mr. Styles. Are you pranking me? Did someone send you to test me?"

"No. I'm serious. They really took him."

Amos stood up from his chair now. Suddenly he was too anxious to sit. "How do you know he was kidnapped? What happened?"

Harry faced him. "This week has been really busy. We've been doing extra work to make a deadline. Monday night, I got home from work late. I was able to spend some time with Zayn but the kids were already in bed. So I made plans to make it up the next day by bringing home takeout and watching a movie. Yesterday, Zayn told me he wanted to bake a chocolate cake from scratch for dessert. But he hadn't gotten the ingredients yet. So he was going to stop by the food mart."