Club 09 (Narry)

Twelve

Words: 2369

I followed Mr. Styles into his office and looked around. Something that I noticed right away was that his office was not as cosy and warm as Alexander's. There were no colours, no picture frames on the walls nor on his desk and no other personal touches. It was all so modern and professional. Not that Alexander's office wasn't professional looking, but it had more character to it. This just seemed like an empty office, minus the stack of papers laying on the polished, dark, wooden desk.

My eyes betrayed me as they wandered around, trying to find at least one piece of evidence that this guy was in fact human and not immune to personalising this place. I wouldn't be able to work here on a daily basis, if I were honest. It was just too empty.

Harry gazed at me, watching me intently as I studied the room around me. He didn't say anything, which surprised me seeing last time I checked he had quite a mouth on him, but I decided to appreciate the silence and continued looking around.

"It's just an office, you know," he spoke after a while. I reverted my attention back on him and noticed he had taken place behind his desk, a small stack of papers placed carefully in front of him and his laptop opened up.

He was still looking at me, his eyes scanning over my body as if he was judging my clothing style. He licked his lips and averted his eyes away from me, back to his papers, letting his eyes read over it before he grabbed a pen and, presumably, put his signature at the bottom of the page.

"This office is so plain compared to Alexander's," I mentioned as my eyes found their way back to his figure.

Expecting a rude remark from him, I was surprised when he just shrugged his shoulders and took a hold of a small stack of papers before putting them aside. He grabbed the sandwich he had bought at the cafeteria and unfolded the newspaper it was wrapped in, only to discover a crushed mash of dough and tuna.

For a split second I thought I saw a glimpse of sadness in his facial expression, but as soon as it appeared, it vanished. Instead of dwelling on his wasted money and food, he took in a deep breath and threw what was left of the sandwich in the bin next to his desk.

I felt bad for him. He already didn't seem like the type of guy who spends a lot of time cooking at home or taking his time for a healthy breakfast, so I could only imagine how much he needed the vitamins and minerals during lunch.

Even though I knew I shouldn't meddle, I couldn't refrain myself from asking if he was alright. Of course I regretted showing him any sort of kindness right after he glared at me with his smouldering eyes and challenging gaze. "Mind your own business, please. If it weren't for you, my lunch wouldn't have ended up in the bin anyway."

To say I was kind of thrown off by his rude remark, would be an understatement, but I shouldn't have had my hopes up in the first place. He had been acting like a jackass since the night we met. At this point, I should've just gotten used to it.

Just when I was about to fire something back at him, the door of Harry's office swung open, revealing a tall, young man with a clipboard and a pen in his hands. He looked at least a few years younger than me, definitely no older than 20. His hair was a nice shade of brown and pushed back in a messy manner. "Mr Styles, we still need your approval of-" When the guy noticed Mr Styles wasn't alone in the room, he took in a sharp breath, eyes widening a little like a deer caught in the headlights. He quickly regained his posture and ignored my presence as of then. "I apologise, Mr Styles. I didn't know you had company." He glanced at me briefly before looking back at Harry. "Anyways, as I was saying, we still need your signature for the deal with Stropper and Co. They've called a few minutes ago, stating they wanted to arrange a meeting about some alterations to the contract. I don't know the full story, but I was told to inform you about the meeting which will be held in 15 minutes. Mr Stropper and his team have already arrived at the building and will be awaiting your presence."