I awkwardly pulled down the hem of my dark red dress as I climbed out of the cab, handing the driver a few bills. I clutched my coffee tightly, staring up at the huge building in front of me. It was a tall skyscraper in the middle of Manhattan, with Styles Enterprises plastered across the top in classy letters.
I timidly walked inside. I was wearing a deep red, fitted Valentino dress and black Louboutins. Jace and I had searched the stock closet for photo shoots downstairs at the office for the perfect outfit. The dress was last season and not likely tonne missed, the shoes a size six that had never been worn. I'd return them as soon as I was done.
Everything I wore was way more than I could afford. And it felt awesome. I approached the reception desk where a gorgeous young blonde was tapping away at her computer.
"Can I help you?" She questioned, not looking up.
"Yes, I'm here to see Mr. Styles."
She let out a small laugh. "Do you have an appointment?"
"Well, no, but I just-"
"Then you can see Mr. Styles in about..." She scrolled down her screen, biting her lip in concentration. "7 months."
"Are you serious?" I groaned. "Listen, it's really important."
"Sure it is," She laughed. "Unless you're applying to be a receptionist, which I highly doubt you are," She scoffed, eyeing me. "Or you're a multi-millionaire looking to do a merger, then there is simply no way you will be seeing Mr. Styles today."
"Thank you so much for your help," I said sarcastically, turning on my heel and stomping out the door. I stood on the curb impatiently, searching the street for a taxi and calling Jace. He answered on the first ring.
"Jace, he isn't available for seven months, I'm never going to be able to talk to him," I whined immediately. "Unless I'm a hot girl applying for a job or a fucking millionaire."
He giggled into the phone. "Are you really giving up that easy?"
"Well, what am I supposed to do?"
"Obviously go in there and pretend you are either a millionaire or a hot girl applying for a job. Demand to see him. I want to see Victoria's face when you actually get the interview."
"Seriously? Go in there and lie until I get to see him? No way. I'd get caught in a heart beat," I muttered
"Do it. Don't be such a baby! Go get Mr. Sexy Styles to agree. Fake the confidence that I know that Valentino dress is giving you. Now, I'd love to chat but I've got a meeting and you've got an interview to get to," he commanded. I sighed and hung up, and turned back into the office. I snuck past the receptionist and got to the elevator. There were over 30 floors.
Scowling, I clicked the too because I assumed that's where the most important office way. As I went up in the elevator, people climbed on and off, each other a young blonde bimbo that was drop dead gorgeous or an older, important looking man.
I slowly stepped off the elevator when it stopped at the top level. I was greeted by yet another desk and yet another pretty girl. I walked up and tried to look confident as she gave me a look.
"Can I help you?" She questioned with an arched eyebrow.
"Yes. I have a meeting with Mr. Styles," I replied immediately.
"Norah Wilson," I replied. It came out as more of a question. She tapped away on the computer and then looked back up at me.
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Suit & Tie (Harry Styles au) [REPOSTED]Fanfiction
Harry Styles. 24 years old. CEO. Self made millionaire. He's New York's most eligible bachelor. Every man and women within 100 miles knows his name. But no one recalled knows Harry. Norah Wilson. 22 years old. Fashion intern. Self proclaimed mes...