Assistance [z.m.]
Chapter 2
Brinley's pov
Wednesday, March 13th, 2015
"Can I get one large cup of coffee, black please?" I asked the cashier.
I was running a little late. Mr Malik told me to be there at seven and its six forty-five. That gives me fifthteen minutes to get to his office. The knot in my stomach was growing by the minute.
"Of course." Said the employee behind the counter.
"Thank you." I said quickly paying him and moving to the side.
He slowly poured my dark coffee into the cup and handed it to me.
It took him long enough.
I quickly hurried down the crowded New York street. I saw my new workplace across the busy traffic filled street. I quickly crossed the street dodging cars and ignoring the numerous middle fingers and shouted profanities.
Wearing heels was a horrible idea. When is wearing heels ever a good idea?
I entered the tall building, the floor was noticeably quiet. I made my way to the elevators where Mr. Malik had escorted me out. The elevator quickly opened and I pressed the button for the appropriate floor.
"Hold the elevator! Hold it please!" Called out a young man with ruffled light brown hair.
I quickly stuck my foot in the door so it wouldn't close, and he hurried inside.
"Thanks." He said graciously.
I immediately noticed his thick British accent.
"No problem, I'm Brinley Kaye." I said introducing myself.
"Louis Tomlinson, you can call me Lou though." He said smiling pushing the button for the seventh floor.
"Nice to meet you. So what section do you work in?" I said curiously.
"I work in the sports, I travel and interview different athletes and coaches and I just write articles for the magazine." He said enthusiastically.
"It seems as though you love your job." I commented making him smile wider.
"I wouldn't trade it for the world. So what section are you?" He said smiling.
"I'm actually Mr. Malik's new personal assistant. I really want to be an editor though." I said timidly.
"Oh." He said looking taken aback.
"What? Is something wrong with that?" I asked sassily.
"No, not at all I just didn't expect you as the assistant type." He said clearly lying.
"Well I'll see you around?" He said as the elevator doors opened.
"Definitely." I replied quietly.
The elevator doors swung open, on the eighth floor.
"Can you take these files upstairs?" Sharron said to a young man with long curly dark brown hair.
"Yes ma'am." He said grabbing the thick stack of files.
"Thank you Harry." She responded biting her lip.
Geez woman your old enough to be his mother.
"Brinley, its good to see you honey!" Sharron said finally noticing me standing there awkwardly.
"You too ma'am." I replied making her smile.
"Mr. Malik is ready for you." She said leading me to his office.
The knot in my stomach tightened even more with every step we took towards his office.
"You're early." He stated.
"Yes sir, better early then late." I replied awkwardly.
"I like that." He said turning away slowly.
He was looking out the window overlooking the busy city.
Little did I know two months later he'd be fucking me against that same window.
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Hope you liked it! Please vote and comment! -Dee xx
Wednesday, March 13th, 2015
"Can I get one large cup of coffee, black please?" I asked the cashier.
I was running a little late. Mr Malik told me to be there at seven and its six forty-five. That gives me fifthteen minutes to get to his office. The knot in my stomach was growing by the minute.
"Of course." Said the employee behind the counter.
"Thank you." I said quickly paying him and moving to the side.
He slowly poured my dark coffee into the cup and handed it to me.
It took him long enough.
I quickly hurried down the crowded New York street. I saw my new workplace across the busy traffic filled street. I quickly crossed the street dodging cars and ignoring the numerous middle fingers and shouted profanities.
Wearing heels was a horrible idea. When is wearing heels ever a good idea?
I entered the tall building, the floor was noticeably quiet. I made my way to the elevators where Mr. Malik had escorted me out. The elevator quickly opened and I pressed the button for the appropriate floor.
"Hold the elevator! Hold it please!" Called out a young man with ruffled light brown hair.
I quickly stuck my foot in the door so it wouldn't close, and he hurried inside.
"Thanks." He said graciously.
I immediately noticed his thick British accent.
"No problem, I'm Brinley Kaye." I said introducing myself.
"Louis Tomlinson, you can call me Lou though." He said smiling pushing the button for the seventh floor.
"Nice to meet you. So what section do you work in?" I said curiously.
"I work in the sports, I travel and interview different athletes and coaches and I just write articles for the magazine." He said enthusiastically.
"It seems as though you love your job." I commented making him smile wider.
"I wouldn't trade it for the world. So what section are you?" He said smiling.
"I'm actually Mr. Malik's new personal assistant. I really want to be an editor though." I said timidly.
"Oh." He said looking taken aback.
"What? Is something wrong with that?" I asked sassily.
"No, not at all I just didn't expect you as the assistant type." He said clearly lying.
"Well I'll see you around?" He said as the elevator doors opened.
"Definitely." I replied quietly.
The elevator doors swung open, on the eighth floor.
"Can you take these files upstairs?" Sharron said to a young man with long curly dark brown hair.
"Yes ma'am." He said grabbing the thick stack of files.
"Thank you Harry." She responded biting her lip.
Geez woman your old enough to be his mother.
"Brinley, its good to see you honey!" Sharron said finally noticing me standing there awkwardly.
"You too ma'am." I replied making her smile.
"Mr. Malik is ready for you." She said leading me to his office.
The knot in my stomach tightened even more with every step we took towards his office.
"You're early." He stated.
"Yes sir, better early then late." I replied awkwardly.
"I like that." He said turning away slowly.
He was looking out the window overlooking the busy city.
Little did I know two months later he'd be fucking me against that same window.
***
Hope you liked it! Please vote and comment! -Dee xx
I liked how Brinley and Zayn are teasing each other with their words keeping each other on their toes.
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