PLEASE FORGIVE MY BAD ENGLISH! I WILL TRY TO EDIT MISTAKES AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE.

The New York City is busy all the time, even in the morning. People are already rushing through the streets to get to work, to catch a bus or arrive to a meeting on time. Cars are quickly moving on the roads and people are trying to find good parking places.

There were especially a lot of people in front of the residence building of Styles Enterprises, the biggest company specialising in modern communication technologies there was in the U.S.A, if not in the whole world. There was a big new project launch reception going on, and crowds of people were trying to get inside. There were tons of important people, famous people, politicans and of course even journalists and reporters.

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"Everything is set then?" said a young handsome man sitting behind a big desk on the upper floor of the big building. His green eyes scanned all the employees sitting or standing in the room.

"Everything set Mr. Styles." Answered a blond lady standing beside him. Probably his secretary. "Okay then, go and start the reception. I will be down in a minute." He said and all the employees went away, except the secretary.

Mr. Styles the founder and owner of the company loudly exhaled closed his eyes and leaned further into the back of his chair. He stayed like this for a few seconds, not moving a muscle. Meanwhile his secretary was studying some papers on the table. She looked up on him. She couldn't help it, but to examine his looks. Every woman did that once she had an opportunity. His strong features were dominated by his sharp jawline. His now closed eyes were usually of an insidious dark emerald colour, when you looked into them you felt like falling into a deep pit and still not reaching the bottom to find out what's inside. He was serious and unpredictable, very good at hiding his feelings, well just the perfect type for a billionaire business man. His tall figure was now peacefully resting in the chair, with his arms placed along his body. His long fingers were ornated with few simple silver rings. His red lips were slightly pressed against each other and his eyebrows frowned, creating a little wrinkle right above his nose as he was not fully relaxed, but probably thinking about something.

He suddenly opened his eyes and the secretary quickly returned to her papers, what seemed to her like a long time due to gazing at her boss was actually just a few seconds.

"Are you staring Anna?" He asked with a little grin playing on his lips.

"No sir."

"Good" He frowned again and exhaled loudly one more time.

"Are you nervous sir?" She asked.

"No, not at all." He replied and stood up. "Why? Do I look nervous?"

„No sir, maybe a little bit tired."

„Hm, maybe. „ He said, "Maybe you could open the window, a little bit of fresh air would be alright."

She immediately stood dup and opened one of the many windows of the luxury glazed building. The sound of chattering and camera flashlight snaps could be heard due to so many people who were attending the reception and entering the building a few floors below.

„Ah dammit, would you mind opening another one." He said while also going through some papers in a folder he picked up from the table.

She closed the window so no more unnecessary noise would interrupt him. Only the sound of her heels when they met the cold glass floor was resounding trough the room. She opened a window on another side of the wall. Only the distant sound of car engines and normal city sounds could be heard which he didn't seem to mind.

„You can go now, overlook the situation downstairs. Make sure it has properly started and everyone is in the right place. Especially make sure if there is enough security, the television is in place and that I can enter."

„Yes sir." She turned around and started to walk out of the office saloon."

Suddenly a singing voice of a girl started to sound from outside. It was pretty loud accompanied by an acoustic guitar.

„What the hell?" He exclaimed and threw the paper folder on the big table.

"It's New York sir." She replied with a sigh and quickly exited the room to implement all the requests he gave her.

"I'ts New York sir." He mocked her and rolled his eyes. He took long steps, reached the window and looked out. Down there on the curb of a sidewalk sat a girl playing guitar and singing, smiling at people passing her. People wouldn't stop, but some smiled back and continued to walk all cheered up. She probably didn't know she was sitting next to a building where many of the most rich people were gathered and didn't know that the famous billionaire, Harry Styles himself was just looking down at her. Or maybe she knew, but didn't seem to care, she seemed happy on her own with a guitar, singing.

Harry supported his face with his hands and rested his elbows on the windowsill, still looking out. His emotion free stare looked empty and tired. His eyebrows frowned together as he started to think about something again, but he was interrupted by his secretary.

"Everything is set sir, I think you should come already, people are waiting for the presentation to start." She said standing in the entrance.

He quickly straightened up and turned to face her again with that classic neutral expression.

"What's with the singing?" She asked when she realized it didn't stop from the time she left.

"Just a busker" He said with no interest and shrugged his shoulders to show her that is all he knows.

"Oh I see"

He adjusted his tie and suit lapels and ruffled his hair a little bit.

"You look just fine sir." She assured him, when he looked at her, she thought he was maybe a bit nervous or concerned.

"I know." He replied and quickly left the room. She slowly followed him. Of course he wasn't nervous; he did this so often from when he was younger. He was so used to crowds, press and receptions. It was his job.

Hey, first chapter to this story. How do ya like it so far? -__-

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Thx for bearing with my bad english ❤

Meg xx