Promises

Chapter 4

"Lia you are wanted by Mr. Fields" Kim comes into my office to tell me and goes away giving me a smile and me in return. I rush over to my father's office and take a seat. 

"Today some applicants will come and I want you to interview them and send me the reports." He orders while handing me a list of interviewing questions and the applicant's details. 

I wait till he speaks more but doesn't. My father's mood has changed a lot these days. He looks stressful and quite tense for some matter. 

"Father, are you all right?" He looks up at me and gives a tired smile "It's nothing,I want you to be safe okay?" His voice was soft and was full of worry. 

The past memories floods and no matter how many therapy sessions you go, it always haunts you. But I clearly can't make my father worry about me. 

"I am safe father, don't worry." I assure him and he gives me a nod and I leave my office when Kim enters the office with a file on her hands. 

I try not to worry about my father and concentrate on the interview. The interviews went good but not great, there were not many good accountants, managers. Some have not even got a good education but trying for a job, I feel sympathy for them but what can I do, some are really talented and I fill in their names in the report files. 

Only one more to go and this will be over and I can go enjoy myself a nice decaf with whip cream. I ring the bell and the next interviewee enters giving me a tiny heart attack. But I regain myself to act like a professional in front of Harry.  

"Hello Harry, what the hell are you doing here?" I quit the acting and cut to the chase. 

Harry looks at me with an amuse expression on his face and give me his file which includes his qualifications.  

"Can't a man get a job?" He asks me but I decided to ignore it. Harry and I can be friends but I can't be sure if that will happen. I should stop worrying about this; it is not like I am cheating on my boyfriend while I am talking with another guy. Period. 

I look at Harry's qualifications and he has a degree in economics with a high rank which is impressive. I take a quick peak at him and see that he has leaned on his chair and observing the pictures hanged on the wall. 

"Uhm, you have good qualifications so now the questions will be asked."Harry smirks at me and indicate me to ask them. 

"What is your full name?" He pulls his eyebrows up but answer anyways. "Harry Edward Styles" 

"What is your age?" 

"Twenty-three" He replies 

"Why did you choose this particular subject, economics?" I ask. 

"People say that money can't do anything but that saying is History. The present has change; if we want to live in this world in the way we want with freedom we have to have money. People have change, societies have change, and the world has change. It is not about fitting in the world, it is about living in the world. When we learn economics there is a good and a bad side indeed." He looks up at me and continues seeing that I was interested. "We have to control ourselves when dealing with money. Look at most businessmen, they do everything for money to gain them sometimes they go too far and eventually destroy themselves" His voice has grown furious now and it scares me a bit. "Ultimately they leave the world without the money they earned and the power they had." He looks up at me and his face becomes softer. 

I stare at him for a moment not knowing what to say. 

"Uhm" I clear my throat to ask the next question "What about your family?" 

"I want to skip that question." He replies and his eyes turn to a dark shade. 

"Harry our management wants these questions answered, you can't skip any. We want to know if there are any family tribulations that will put a black mark in our management for example activities involved with the underworld, petty crimes. We need to secure a clean management, that's all." I explain it to him but he doesn't seem that he will give in. 

"What kind of a management is this?" He has a temper that is for sure. 

"A clean one with no black marks." I reply calmly. "Without answering these questions you cannot get the job sure you have a degree but these questions matter." 

"Fine, I don't want the job." He stands up with fury in his eyes. 

"What? Harry are you crazy?" I stand up immediately 

"You don't want to know nothing about my life." He spits 

"Go, I was trying to help you, go waste your life being an asshole and sleeping with sluts every night, I don't know how your parents bear you at all" I say, my words getting louder in seconds. 

"No one is as perfect as you, mind your words Lia." The look on his face was scary but I stood my ground. 

"I am not perfect, what makes you think so?" I ask my body shaking because of the anger boiling. I don't know why I am angry even. Is it because he is quitting the given job already or that he doesn't have morals. Maybe both. 

"You work under your father for fucking sake, you have all the benefits with you, and you don't even need to have a job." 

"I work for my father because I owe him and who are you to tell me what I can do and what I can't do, at least I make my father proud but you are just a wasted fellow." I speak with clear rage in my voice. 

Harry steps little forward leaving inches apart from his body and mine. "You know nothing about me Lia." 

"You don't know about me either." I say staring at his dark shaded eyes. 

But Harry just smirks and leave the office.