London, at Claridge’s


Amber was sitting next to Harry. He hadn’t talked to her ever since he had threatened her. He just sat there, staring at his phone, typing e-mails, answering whatever texts he received. Not a single expression on his face. Not a smile, a frown, a grin. Equal to a heartless, cold business man. After all that was what he was, he had proven it, oh so many times. She almost came to miss an evil grin, a dirty smile, and piercing eyes. Amber watched him closely. He had a handsome face, she couldn’t deny it, no matter how hard she tried. A stern expression, contrasting with his light curls. She followed the line of his nose and glanced at his lips for a second. As soon as the dirty memories came back, she averted eyes.


The car stopped and a sea of people separated them as an ocean from the red-bricked Hotel. Amber didn’t expect it and her surprise was taking over her cold front. Why didn’t he warn her? She knew important people would be there, but not enough to attract paparazzis, photographs and journalists. She definitely wasn’t ready for such a a public outcome. That bastard, he was totally aware of terrible socialising.


She gracefully stepped out of the car, a well-mannered M. Styles helping her. Contrasting with his previous behaviour, he had a professional smile. Firmly holding Amber close to him. Her stiletto heels were higher than usual, the dress too long, the flashes too bright, the crowd overwhelming. How could be so calm? Amber faked her confidence, ignoring moist her hands. Her nose itched, as was her neck. She felt exposed, nothing to forget your body with. That’s what she loved about ballet, escaping on stage. However here she was, pictures being taken of her and Harry wearing happy smiles. She could already see the headlines in the paper tomorrow…


After walking up the few stairs surrounded by te fray, Amber and Harry had finally the reached the old entrance. They were shown the way to the most beautiful venue ever. The room was luminous and lambent. The golden brown parquet glowing. The sound of precious dresses flowing over the ground. Beautifully simple, as pure British education taught us. The swift, modern decoration woven with the ancient white walls. Neutral tones, not to rival with the pink petals of the majestic orchids. Royal bouquets ruling over the white tables. The flowers’ light scent diffused in the room. Breathing sophistication and elegance. The host surely had taste and high eduction and awareness of the elite’s tastes. Crystal chandeliers reflecting the bright light in the crowded room. Flickers of light, enhancing Amber’s dress, equal to a queen walking to her throne. She appeared fair and calm. A shimmering star in the middle of the dark fray.


Harry knew her power over people. He proudly presented her to his friends and business partners in the ballroom. His arm holding her lower back. As a rare bird he kept caged. She had value, something he had to own. He was drawn to power, her aura. Perfection. Her darkness enrapturing his senses. Everybody felt it, inclined to follow her. She was equal to the shine of the moonlight. Catching everybody eyes, helping people in the dark. Queen of the night, dominating every star. Lone power, only light in slumber. Perfectly fitted for his and Zayn’s weapon company.


Amber was nervous. She felt her fingers shaking, her sweaty back against Harry’s hand. She felt like a prisoner sentenced to death. Only with beautiful clothing, shiny shoes and expensive jewellery. Harry had been showing her off equal to a rare animal in a zoo. To greedy business partners, opportunists and friends which would turn on you as soon as they lost interest. She could see that Harry wasn’t acting the same as when he was with the other men she met a few nights ago. Including Niall. By the way isn’t he supposed to be here?


She saw M. Malik, Harry’s second in command and main engineer. He was a prodigy in weaponry, as was Harry in finances and building partnerships. She wondered how two young men as Harry and M. Malik got to be CEO and second in command of a worldwide company at such a young age. She couldn’t find any information relating this matter on internet. Not that she cared enough to confront him for it. But blackmailing her way out of this deal was an option she considered. However she didn’t have enough time, nor power to dig any further.


M. Payne and M. Tomlinson shared a similar story. She knew Niall owned a third of the shares of this company, but didn’t work in it for obvious reasons. PaHoTm was multinational pharmaceutical company, mainly known for their huge donation for AIDS and other diseases killing masses. Amber knew all these facts but couldn’t figure them out. These companies were powerful in the weapon lobby in the USA and Europe. Amber easily imagined labs in PaHoTm researching for Styles and Malik Enterprise. Or maybe she was just going too far. It wasn’t her world anyway. And she had no intention of getting out of hers.


“ - Amber? Are you okay?”, Harry asked, suddenly bringing her back to reality, “This is Christelle de Lacroix, Louis fiancee.”


Amber saw the glowing pearls shimmering with pride, loath and power on her neck. Her heart-shaped cleavage burning with the desire to control. Red lips wearing a fake smile. White teeth as shameless claws. A long white cocktail dress hiding brutal secrets. Beautifully wrecked, a role model in the new social elite. She was thriving in events and galas. Everybody knew Mademoiselle de Lacroix, except for Amber. She only saw her hidden masks, carefully woven in her very own nature. It made her feel alone in a sea of sharks.


“- It’s a pleasure to meet you”, Amber answered quickly coming back to her senses. How could she have drifted off so easily?


“- You too.”, she answered with a polite smile and an elegant french accent.


“- This is Amber Lorentz our new Ambassador. Styles and Malik Entreprise new face.”, Harry said to Mademoiselle de Lacroix.


“- Oh I’ve heard about in Paris from my father. She definitely is a fair choice.”

“- Merci beaucoup Mademoiselle de Lacroix.” (Thank you very much Miss de Lacroix), Amber answered in french with a perfect pronunciation and no accent, leaving Harry with a dumb expression.

“- Vous êtes française?” (Are you french), Ms de Lacroix asked startled by her comment.

Notes

Hey people,

I'm soooo sorry for very very very very very very very long update, but with all the studies it takes ages for me to do anything ^^. Therefor I made an extra long chapter

Hope you enjoy it ^^

you get a bit more of the power play in Harry's world. Amber is drawn to him :P but what about Niall?

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