Best selling author Harry Styles is kind, sweet and charming. He's all someone would ever want and more.
Journalist and workaholic Nina Garcia is smart, caring and most importantly stubborn.
They formed a relationship.
Had a kid.
5 years later th...
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"Nina Garcia?" A tall brunette woman says. She looks like she could be an assistant. One straight out of a television series with a clipboard tightly hugged to her chest and cat wing glasses that make her eyes look big. "Right this way to Mr.Olsen's office."
I stand up, smiling and following her down a hall to a wooden door. She knocks lightly and a muffled voice is heard on the other end before she enters. "Olsen, this is Nina Garcia."
"Ah, yes!" Turning to look at a man behind a desk, he stands up with a grin and reaches out to shake my hand. "I've been looking forward to meeting you ever since our phone call Miss.Garcia. Please, take a seat."
I shake his hand and sit myself down, nervously holding my purse tightly on my lap. Holy fuck, this is nerve wrecking. I really do want to make a good impression.
"It's nice to meet you as well." I say as he sits himself back down.
"I've heard a lot about you. Your music profile about Niall Horan was very popular. I can tell you have a good eye when it comes to writing." He starts off making me nod.
"I try." I sheepishly say with a laugh.
"Well, if that's you trying then I can't wait to see what you've got planned for us." He says making me freeze.
"For us? What do you mean?" I almost blurt out almost immediately. My eyes probably look like their about to pop out from how wide they've gotten.
"Well, I assume you'll accept this request to be part of our team officially?"
Uh. Wait hold on a second.
"Sorry wait- just like that?" I question, frowning. "You don't want to hear about my experience or- or like my work history?"
Olsen laughs, shaking his head. "We've seen your work Nina. I know what you're capable of and my offer stands as long as you're willing to take it."
Holy fucking shit.
"What's the catch?" I whisper under my breath. "There's a catch right?"
"There's no catch here Miss.Garcia." Olsen says with a laugh. "So what do you say?"
What do I say?
He's practically handing me the fucking job.
"I- wow Mr.Olsen, I don't even know what to say.." I stutter. "This doesn't feel real."
"Oh, but it is. If you'd be so kind to follow me down the hall, I'd like to show you around." He says.
Unsure, I stand clutching my purse over my shoulder and following him as he leads me into the hall. We take a right and he opens up the door to a room.
It's a pretty big room, much bigger than what I had at my last job. There's a rectangular wooden table and seats surrounding it. A coffee machine in the corner and a box of open donuts but besides that it's empty.
