disheaveled. [h.s.]

four

"Oh er hello there" unable to say anything to make the situation better. 

"Was it you who damaged my car?" 

I shake my head. 

He looked intensely at me and I guiltily nod my head in defeat.

"Get in the car" he hoarsely spoke.

I hesitantly take a few steps back but he walks even more closer to me. 

"I-it's okay. I have enough for a taxi fare" 

He consistently keeps walking towards me as I keep taking steps backwards. I bumped into the bonnet which I admit to myself I had indeed destroyed. 

"Get in the car. I won't ask again" he demanded. He called his assistant over and asked him to drive. I silently got in the car and sat down in the corner. The CEO sat in the other corner beside me. I shuffled closer to the window, avoiding any case of molestation. 

I peek outside to see that we're driving on the main road. 

"I can catch a taxi from here". He doesn't answer. 

Drats no use running away

We arrive at a mechanic and his assistant gestured me to come out. Mr CEO guy had grabbed onto my arm again and walked me to the mechanic himself and asked him how much the damage would cost. 

I worryingly gulped and braced myself for the excessive amount I had to pay for my indecency but hey I found Mr CEO in the end.

"For all the parts needed to fix this that comes to 150,000 bucks" 

I gaped at the exorbitant price. Mr CEO conceitedly smiled as he looked at me. 

"You could buy a new car with that money" I whispered a bit too loudly.

His eyes strongly glared at me. "Well that's the price you'll need to compensate for the damage of my car"

I had nearly collapsed. I could barely even keep a job where on earth was I going to get the money from. 

"I'd like to see you in my office tomorrow at 10am to discuss these financial instalments with you" he hands me his card.

Harry Styles. CEO of L mobiles. 

"Don't be late" 

I look at the new car that his assistant had sent for him and watched him get in. I scoffed at his wealth and his way of getting whatever he wanted. 

Buy yourself your own car you dingus.

-

I stood against the wall upside down and started to think my way out of the situation.

"How could you throw a rock and hit his car" Vicky complained while biting into an apple. 

I was trying to focus on merely two things. One: where on earth was I suppose to find 150k. Two: how did the ghosts just disappear when I touched Mr CEO. 

"Vicky I-I think this Mr CEO guy is magic" 

She bobs her head to the side and throws the core of the apple onto my face. I miserably lose balance and tumble on to my stomach. 

"Why don't you call him by his name or something. It's so awkward when you call him that" 

I shake my head in dismay. 

"I like calling him that" I pause for a second. "It suits his face".

I steadily get back up and walk over to the couch. 

"He seemed to have a lingering past attached to him. He had this girl who kept staring at him"

My sister, intriguingly rose from her position. 

"Then blackmail him, Isobel" 

It took me a moment to think about it. I've suffered from a lot of embarrassment in the past from whether it was being accused of talking to myself or following ghosts to their graveyard and being ask to chant something for them. 

I have absolutely nothing to lose.