Business First • harry styles •

B1:Ch3:Don't mix Business with Pleasure

«Belinda Powell»

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It's been a long stressful week since the meeting with all the artist, from worrying about the color of the interior of my building to the fact that I haven't heard anything yet of Harry Styles or his manager.

I was laying in bed at the moment, just relaxing before my 14 minutes were up. Yes, I do really keep count of every minute of my life. Every minute was valuable time for me, so I always try to use my time wisely. It's just the way I was raised.

"What do you think I should do, Kasey?" I turned on my side to face my assistant.

She hummed confused in her own world, looking up from her planner closing it before answering, "what?"

"Should I just call Harry's personal number or should I wait it out?"

"Definitely call." She crossed her legs leaning forward, full attention on me.

"I don't know, I don't want to seem desperate." I sigh looking back to the ceiling. I took out the white business card from the pocket of my beige dress. Holding the card in the air above me just staring at it. Harry Styles, it read in cursive and his phone number just below his name.

"You are desperate." I turned my face to face her frowning. "Not like that, you just really need him to agree to the deal," she quickly added to her statement of me being desperate. I am not desperate.

"I know." I bit my lip really thinking about this. "I'm going to call right now." It was 8 a.m., I really hope he answer or is it too early?

"Let me get you your phone," Kasey got up and got the iPhone from my night stand, handing me the red object. I dialed the number, hovering my thumb over the green button for a few seconds before calling.

It rang for a few times before a raspy British morning voice answered, "hello?" It was definitely Harry. It would've been so embarrassing if he had given me a wrong number.

"Good morning, Can I speak to Harry?" I'm so stupid, why would I say that? I know it's him. I mentally face palmed myself for being an idiot.

"This is he," he said in what sounded like amusement he knows it's me, "Belinda Powell? What a surprise."

"Yes, I was just calling to ask if you have made up your mind."

"If I do remember correctly, I asked you to call me to convince me to take the deal, Miss Powell."

"Yes of course, Mr. Styles." I sat up on the bed, facing my assistant that was just staring at me. Hoping to listen in on the conversation. "And how exactly can I do that?"

"I don't know," there was a pause on the line, I didn't want to say anything, until he said something first. "How about dinner tonight?"

"I'll have to check my schedule." I gave Kasey a look and pointed to her planner. She flipped through the pages until she was on the correct date. I had a few meetings, nothing majorly important, but after 6 pm I had nothing planned. "I have time after 6pm."

"Perfect, meet me at Curtis' Italiano at 7." He was taking me to the most extravagant restaurant in New York. It was just off the city, but very popular with the riches people of the North side. And owned by the Powell's.