Haunted.

"Shay! Get up you fat ass! You don't to be late, Miss worker bee." I awoke to Lena screeching at me. My eyes fluttered open, exposing my clouded eyes to the morning sun. Despite my going to bed last night, exhaustion did not greet me in the morning. Only excitement.

Today was my first day at a new job, working as an assistant to the CEO of one of the biggest companies in the world. Fresh out of college, I was instantly welcomed into the real world with a job offer. How they knew about me so quickly? I had no clue. But I would take it without any questions.

"May I help you?" A receptionist questioned me when I entered the building. Her beady eyes travelled up and down my body, and pursed her perfectly painted red lips.

"Absolutely. My name's Shailene Kennedy."

She rolled her eyes at me. "Hun, you're going to need to give me more than that. Because that name means nothing to me." Her lips curled back, revealing her stained white teeth.

"I'm going to be Mr. Styles' new assistant." I told her, ignoring her constant irritated remarks. She pointed towards the end of the hall, motioning me to it. No more words were exchanged, for I was off.

My heels clacked loudly against the shiny marble floor, echoing off of the bare walls. My heart ran faster than a fat kid at a cake taste testing, and my breathing was rapid.

I knocked on the firm wooden door, expecting an answer, but there was none. I try again, ending up with the same result. Bravely, I pried the door open, and let my curious violet eyes wander around the bland office. Finally, they landed on a tall figure, standing at the window looking out. I scowl at his back for ignoring my previous calls.

I walk to him, ready to address him, but stop awestruck when he turns around. His full cherry lips were pulled into a smirk, and his emerald eyes gleamed with mockery. Dim blue flecks sprinkle across his eyes, showing that there is more to them than meets the eye. They are the type that are not common, and one would only have the luck to come across them once. But I have seen these eyes before. Just last night actually. Edward.

"Bold and curious, I see." He muses. His voice is deep and throaty as he speaks. His words are slow, and accentuated, completely pulling me in, eager to hear him speak again. I am completely captivated by the beautiful man standing before me. Words do not slip from my own mouth, as I am too focused on his. I see that he bites down on his lower lip, biting back a laughter. Most likely at my looks of adoration. "Shailene Kennedy, I presume?"

Still overwhelmed with the introduction, I only nod. He cocks his head to the side, still smirking. "It'll be a pleasure working with you," His voice drops lower, seductively speaking. By now, I'm sure my jaw is dropped, making me look like a fool. My irises caress his body, stroking him up and down with looks of hunger. "Like what you see, Miss Kennedy?" My new boss chuckles.

I look up at his eyes, despite my flaming cheeks. His suggestive gaze at me sends shivers up and down my body, but I still do not avert his gaze. By now, he has moved forward so we are only centimeters apart, as we were last night. "Harry Styles," He sticks his hand out for me to shake. I cock my eyebrow up in question, and the confusion in blatantly obvious on my face. As of the previous night, I was aware that his name was Edward. And not only that, but we were already introduced, why did he feel the need to do it again? Harry ignored my unspoken question, still waiting for the shake of his hand.

Speculatively, I placed my small hand in his, and shook it gently. The rush of electricity shooting through my hand made it buzz. Enjoying the sensation, I allowed myself a few more seconds to stay in his hold. It was he who broke it apart.

I stepped back, suddenly uncomfortable. "You're office is just across the hall," I look to the direction Harry pointed to, seeing that it was in full view of his. Turning back to him, I saw a devious smirk on his lips. "Welcome to my company." My own lips smirked at his words. By him saying 'my' shows that he was no marking his territory, he was telling me.

Turning my back on him, I sauntered my way to the door. "Shay?" He called from behind me.

I spun around instantly, eager to hear what he had to say. "Like the dress." Harry gave me a stiff nod, letting his eyes graze over me. I looked down, drawing a blank as to what I showed up in. Turns out I wore my small navy dress topped with bright pink heels. I grinned mischievously, enjoying the fact that my appearance intimidated him even in the slightest bit.

"Close your jaw, Curly. You'll catch some flies." With that I stomped confidently out of his room. But my mind was a frazzled mess. Where the hell did that come from?!

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