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"Mr.Tomlinson, Mr.Styles will see you now." I let out a shaky breath before standing up. She escorted me down a long hallway until we were standing in front of a glass door. But you couldn't se in, just blurry shapes. I looked around and saw a man seated at a desk working through some files. The woman wished me good luck and left. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before knocking on the door. A muffled "come in" was heard, so with a shaky hand I opened the door and stepped in. 

I looked around the room. It was quite big for an office, but I guess that's to be expected from a multi billionaire. To my left, there was a black leather couch with a painting hanging over it. It was one of those abstract paintings, where the canvas was only covered with some random black and white brush strokes. On the opposite side Mr.Styles was seated behind a black, wooden desk, looking through some sheets. He looked up when he heard the door open and walked over to me. He held out his hand with a polite smile which eased my nervousness just a little bit. I shook his hand and we walked over to his desk, but not before he locked the door. I looked at him with a questioning look on my face "to make sure nobody interrupts us" he explained. I nodded quietly and took a seat in front of his desk as I started to cold sweat. I knew I probably didn't have anything to worry about, but I couldn't help it. 

Mr.Styles sat down in his chair and cleared his throat. "So, shall we begin?" It was more a statement than a question. "So tell me about yourself" he told me. My mind went blank. It was like my brain completely stopped working. I couldn't think. Not with that scrutinizing gaze on me. 'Say something, say something. Just anything. Oh my god, say something!' just went on a loop in my brain. "Erm I'm Louis Tomlinson''. I noticed that I was bouncing my leg and stopped immediately. I hoped he didn't notice. "I worked as a personal assistant at a law firm. I-" "I know who you are'' his deep voice cut me off. "Louis Tomlinson, 26, graduated from Cambridge regional college, business and computing. You worked as a waiter during college. Two years as a personal assistant. Correct?" He seemed to be reading of my resume.

I nodded. "Yeah. I mean yes. I worked as a P.A at a law firm. I worked for Mr.Adams. John Adams. He is a lawyer. But you knew that. Obviously. I worked there for two years" I rushed out. 

"I know who you are. I want to know who you are" he said. What does that even mean!? The interview hadn't even started and I had already screwed up. Fuck! This was not how this was supposed to go! Liam was going to be so disappointed. I can't do this. What if he turns out to be like Mr. Adams? 

"Why did you quit?" I was a bit taken aback by the question. "What?" I asked, before I could even think about it. "It says here that you quit your job as a P.A. Why?" Why did that even matter? 

"That's a quite a private matter, don't you think?" He raised an eyebrow at me before clasping his hands together on the table and rested his head on them. 

"If you want this job you answer my questions." I didn't know what to say. I couldn't think straight with those intense eyes staring into mine. So I averted my gaze to my lap where my sweaty hands were playing, but I could still feel his eyes bore into my head. 

"We just had some disagreements" I said and looked up again. But I couldn't keep eye contact without my heartbeat skyrocketing. "Why does that even matter?" He ignored my question. 

"About what?"

"He asked me to do some things I didn't want to do"

He raised his eyebrows. "But It's your job to do as he says"

"What he asked wasn't in my job description."

"What did he tell you to do?

I hesitated, "he wanted me to do his laundry" I said.

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