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O N E H U N D R E D A N D N I N E

Reagan grew pale, she had to steady herself on the doorknob. It took her a second, but she managed to kind of get it together and shut the door behind her.

"Dad, you're early."

"Flight wasn't delayed for once." He muttered, putting his suitcase down and sitting down in one of the comfortable chairs by Reagan's bed. He took off his navy suit jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt. Once he was settled, he motioned for her to sit in front him, she unwillingly obliged.

Truth be told she had been waiting for this moment for a while, she just didn't think it would come so soon. Reagan had always been the definition of a "good girl". She was a straight A student, never dated, never got into trouble. She was the golden child. So for her to pull a stunt like this, well she knew she was going to hear about it sooner than later. She just didn't expect it to be now.

"Why did you come?" She asked, avoiding his stare.

"Well, hello to you too." He said sarcastically, checking his phone before looking at her once more, "I got a call from one of my clients, told me that my daughter is dating Harry Styles." He grimaced, "Which is funny because I remember explicitly telling her not to."

"Dad-"

He held up a hand to silence her, "Do you know the amount of people that are not only questioning your ethics, but mine as well?" Reagan stayed quiet, so he continued, "You're going to be out of a job soon, and I wouldn't blame your bosses for firing you on the spot. What you've done goes against everything that I stand for, and that I though you stood for."

"That's not fair."

"That's not fair?" He chuckled bitterly, "You know what's not fair? I have to clean up your mess now. Thanks to your little stunt this morning, my client is being burried in the trending section."

"So?" She asked, not really understanding what that had to do with anything. So what if she trumped Zayn? Wasn't her dad some big shot PR head?

"You don't get it." He said shaking his head angrily, "You weren't placed into that job to overshadow Zayn, Reagan."

She shook her head, "What?" Placed? Then it slowly started to click. "You got me that job, didn't you?"

"Of course I did. You didn't think it just came out of thin air, did you?" He said, rolling his eyes.

"So then what?" She asked, "You got me that job so I would fail?"

"You don't think it was weird that you, an intern, would get promoted to be One Direction's campaign manager? Let's be real here, honey." He said in a sympathetic tone of voice.

Reagan's head started spinning. Never would she have believed that her father could be so incredibly cruel. She had her doubts, of course she had. How could she, a college student, get the internship? The management position? She really had thought that she was amazing, that she was good enough for the job. It all made sense now. Her father had pulled his strings and manipulated everything for his client to get on top, regardless of crushing his daughter on the way there.

"Maybe it's my fault for sparing your feelings. I should have let you konwn straight away what the plan was."

"You set me up?" She asked, her voice shaking.

"No." He said, "Reagan, we just needed you to head One Direction's team to make sure that they wouldn't overshadow Zayn as he began coming up as a solo artist."

"You were sabatoging them?"

"They're all under the same label, sweetie.They're on their way out anyway."