Fifty shades of Malik

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                           I'm in love with you ,
                       And all your little things.
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Your POV:

Damn all this. Damn my hair, damn this ugly dress, damn this shoes and most importantly damn myself! I should have known Triffney would be like this.

He was formidable, there is something in his eyes that's so cold and powerful. He's very handsome and charming too.

Forgot about it, (y/n). Don't get lost in his pretty face, he's billionaire and I'll never meet him again.

"Madam!" A guy yelled, I turned around to see where the voice came from.

I saw a guy in black suit chasing after me, he was tall and strong, dressed like one of Malik's man, and probably was. "Yes?"

"Mr. Malik wants to see you in his office, right now."

".....But I don't want to see him." I replied hesitantly.

"It's Mr. Malik's order." He told me. His eyes said that he would Kill me if I don't follow the order. So I went with him back inside the Tower.

"Um...I actually have nothing to do here...", I told him awkwardly.

"He definitely has something to do with you" He said.

"That doesn't sound good."

He didn't say anything back, as if he doesn't care what his boss wants from me.

He bought me to a woman, who I guess is Mr. Malik's assistant by the way she's in charge.

She was talking to her coworkers about the paperwork she had in her hand, once she saw me she smiled and handed me a security pass saying 'Visitor'.

I hesitated to take it, so she put it on my dress without my will. Her smile was still red and glossy.

"You're gonna need the second elevator on the right and choose 67 th floor."

I felt like I was forced, I can't leave the place. So sighed and went along with it. Jesus,how many floors are there? This building is really tall.

The elevator door wide opened. I walked out to see the reception girl, hair as blonde as pearls.

"Hello, Miss(L/n). I have been expecting you."

Expecting? They did this like I had an appointment or something? The truth is my fake friend just lured me here and I should be gone by now.

"Would you sit here and wait? Mr. Malik is in middle of something."

I sat just like she said, it felt like forever, I guess he must be very busy at this time, yet he wants to meet me.

Finally, the blonde girl stood up from her chair and walked towards me, "Mr. Malik will see you now."

I obeyed so easily that I hated myself.

"By the way, Can I give you some advice?" She asked. It confused me a little.

"Sure..."

"If Mr.Malik has fierce look in his eyes, we call him, Sir."

I stopped to recall my memory, "But he always has."

She smiled at me once again and said, "Exactly."
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