Case closed

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"Mister Malik" his assistent spoke into the phone, "Mister Clark has requested to see you."

"Did he say why?" Zayn questioned as he kept drawing circels on his desk.

"No, just that it was something you wouldn't like."

"Then why bother?" Zayn asked her but knew she hadn't an answer. He thanked her anyway and walked up to the office of his bos.

He peeked his head in the doorway and saw his bos typing on his Apple Macbook. He looked busy and for a second Zayn reconsiderd interrupting him. After some hesitation he made his presence noticable by clearing his throat. It made Mr. Clark look up in a heartbeat.

"Can I come in?" Zayn asked even though he already knew the answer to that.

His bos nodded his head and closed his laptop. "Ah Zayn, sit down please."

Zayn did as he was told and grabbed the little stressbal that was on the end of the desk.

"How is the Aivery case going?" His bos asked as he followed the stressbal going up and down in the air.

"I'm almost there, there is just something that everyone is overlooking and I'm sure once we find out what, we're going to win this."

"You have been saying that almost a month now." Mr. Clark spoke.

"I know. I'm almost done, I promise." Zayn threw the ball higher this time.

"Zayn, I need progress not promisses." He sighed. "That's why I'm assigning Mr. Styles with you?"

"Who?"

"Mr. Styles, he works for my other company."

"Yeah-no." Zayn sat op straight. "I don't need any help."

"You are to subborn and proud to admit it but you do. You don't have to like it, but I am ordering you."

Zayn left out a breath. He hated that he had to listen to him. Even though Mr. Clark was his bos, Zayn hated to be bossed around.

"Here," Mr. Clark handed Zayn a file, "this are all the things you need to know about Mr. Styles, his personal information, work experience and refrences. He starts on monday so you better have peace with it by then."

Zayn took the file and read the front cover. It only said : 'Styles.'

That name sounded familiar and Zayn begged the God's above that it wouldn't be the person he thought it would be.

He held is breath and slowly opened the file.

Full name: Harry Edward Styles.

Then it hit Zayn, he threw his head back and rested it on the chair. He closed his eyes and repeated the name in between breaths. Harry. Fucking. Styles.
He laughed at the irony.

"You know him?" He got interrupeted from his little flashback moment.

Zayb blinked a few times before realising what this meant. Na-uh he wasn't going to do this again.

"Unfortunately I do." He finally spoke. He stood up and closed the file, throwing it in front of his bos afterwards. "Like hell I'm going to work with him." He spat.

"Zayn!"

"Listen, I'll work with anyone except from him. Hell, I'll even take an intern, but please keep him away from me."

Mr. Clark stood up too. "Zayn, I want Styles to work on this case with you."

"Then take me off this case, give it to someone else, I don't care."

"What's gotten into you? Why are you acting like this? What's wrong with Styles?"

"Fucking EVERYTHING!"

"Okay enough!" Clark raised his voice now. "Let's not forget that you're working for me, so You will do as I say."

Zayn sighed.

"Now take this file and leave. He'll meet you on monday. I don't care what personal issues you have with him but this a work infirement, so you better keep it profesional. Am I clear?"

Zayn said nothing.

"Okay well then, you may leave. See you on monday."

Zayn stormend his way towards the door when his bos called his name. Zayn stopped in his track and turned around.

"You're still holding my stressball." He pointed at Zayn's hand.

Zayn lowered his head and looked at the ball. He then grinned and threw the ball as hard as he could in his direction.

There, that will teach him.