Zayn's POV
"Come on, Lou. Who the hell is it?" I'm dead fucking tired and not in the mood for his games; not after I came off a mini vacation due to graduation (and alright, I took a few 'personal days' to be with my fiance and kids).
But I guess that's what I get for hiring my friends. What's that saying; don't mix business and pleasure? Business and family? Friends? Whatever.
"Just...before you say anything. Give her a shot, alright? Here her out, she's good."
"Who the fuck is it," I deadpan. Today's one of the few days that I'm actually in the office, since I do most of my work from home now. So needless to say, I don't wanna waste my time. But Charlie's got the kids handled today, so it's all good. Actually, she's off for a little while before going back to work.
"Her name's Genevieve," Louis starts. Who the fuck is Genevieve?
"Am I supposed to know who that is?"
"No. But since telling me about what my job entails, I figured I'd try to find a little helper, if you will. And she looks great on paper...her references checked out, yada yada."
I rub my temples. "Fuck." Really, Lou? Really?
"And you didn't think to run this by me fi-"
There's suddenly a knock on the door. "Oh, this should be good," Harry snickers from beside me as Louis mumbles something about being 'right on time' before yelling for the person on the other side to come in.
The door opens and in walks a brunette-fucking Louis would. She's got on a rather fitted pair of blue jeans, a coral colored top with a black Cardigan and matching heels. Her long hair cascades just past her shoulders, styled in loose waves and complemented with bold silver hoops dangling from her ears, a fairly expensive looking diamond bracelet on her wrist and a simple black purse.
Her light brown eyes find mine, after quickly scanning the room. It's probably a bit intimidating walking into an office with three guys staring at you. "Hi. Sorry I'm a little late, my cab got caught up in rush hour traffic." She holds a hand out to me. "Genevieve." I guess Louis must have filled her in on who's in charge. I find myself matching her warm smile and taking her hand in mine. Her eyes maintain mine throughout the handshake.
"He's married." I hear Harry from my right. And I know he's scowling without even fucking looking at him.
"Oh, I didn't...that's not..." She looks a little taken aback by Harry's bluntness. "He's like, married to you, or..."
"No, not to me, Gen. Though I am second best if things fall through. Nope, he's married to a feisty young lady who's been known to slap a few hoes-pardon my French...him included." He jerks his thumb in my direction. I've gotta snicker at that one cause fuck if that's not true. "Just to let you know."
"Okay, okay," Louis interrupts before Genevieve can respond...and this can get any more out of hand. "You're so embarrassing, Christ. That's no way to treat our newest team member. Gen, excuse them. I swear we can be professional." She laughs, brushing everything off. "This is Harry, Zayn's best friend, who unfortunately, you will probably be seeing a lot. And that's Zayn, who I told you about."
"Right, right. Pleasure to meet you both." She clasps her hands in front of her. "So um, I don't mean to rush things, but...is there any sort of training..." Her voice trails off as I see my phone vibrate on the desk. Speaking of the missus.
From: Charlie
So I just saw the commercial for 50 Shades Darker ;)
