Part 9

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Harry's POV

Finishing the trinity knot on my cerulean tie, I tightened it around my back and fixed the color of my white Yves Saint Laurent button down shirt. I swept a hand through my long hair and made my way out of my room and to my kitchen so that I could eat before I had to head to Styles Holdings for my daily routine of endless meetings and maybe if I was lucky an intern or two who wanted to make it further in their career could help me relive some stress in my private bathroom. I let my smug smirk take over my face as I pulled the lapels of my jacket and flattened them heading out of my room and to the breakfast bar where my maid laid down a plate of fresh breakfast in front of me.

"Mr. Styles", my assistant Jack greets. "Hello Jack", I nod at him but continue to eat.

"So would you like to hear your schedule for today", he asks.

"Yes", I nodded at him and he pulled out his iPhone and began to read the lists of tasks that were set for me.

I couldn't concentrate on the words coming out of his mouth, my mind once again went to her. Vixie obviously wasn't her real name, so what was. I would do anything to see those captive big eyes of hers again. Suddenly he asked me a question and I had no idea what in the hell he was talking about. Embarrassing enough I had to ask him to repeat it, that never happened to me.

"Repeat that Jack", I asked him again. "Your mother wants to do dinner, would you be able to come see her this week", he asked stoically looking down a his phone.

"I'll see what I can do, no promises", I shrugged. He nodded an wrote some stuff down into the phone before looking up at me.

"Anything else sir", he asked eager. "I need a favor", I said hesitantly.

"Sir", that told me to continue.

"I need you to call the Reflex club and ask the owner for the real name of Vixie Platnium. I want to hire her services privately", I said demanding.

"Ok sir, how soon would you like this information", he asked me.

"Mid- day", I said seriously.

"Right away sir", he scurried off.

Maybe I will get my wish after all.

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