The Art of Control

I took nervous glances around the small waiting area as I waited for my interview the wealthiest man in all of New York. My nerves were through the roof and I was more than sure I was sweating up a storm as I went over each question in my head. I was an editor for my university's student paper and this was my make it or break it story. Harry styles would be my ticket to scoring jobs as a journalist all over the New York area.

"Ms. Carter?" I jumped at the sound of my name and gulped as the receptionist smiled at me "Mr. Styles will see you now" she said standing in front of his office door. I gripped my folder closer to me and walked towards the smiling woman. I gave her a nod as she ushered me in and left without a word.

"Have a seat Ms. Carter" his voice was deep and raspy, laced with a thick British accent and I felt my insides melting at the sound of it. He turned around fully and in that moment I felt a little faint. His hair was silky and curly, pushed upward and his eyes were the greenest I'd ever seen. His full lips were a pretty pink color that made my knees weak. "Are you going to sit?" He said with a hint of amusement in his voice.

"Uh, yes of course" I said sitting in one of the four leather chairs in his office. "I am Reagan Carter and I am the chief editor of the student paper at NYU. It is an honor to meet you sir" I said smiling slightly.

"As it is the same for me Ms. Carter. I was told you have some questions for me?" He said folding his hands on top of his lap. I eyed the many expensive looking rings on his fingers and shifted in my seat.

"Yes of course" I said clearing my throat and setting my recorder on top of his desk "I assume you were notified that this entire interview will be recorded" I said receiving a curt nod as an answer, I begun. "Who convinced you to be a business man?" I asked looking up at him. His tongue slid out and glided across his lips.

"No one convinced me, Ms. Carter. My father, his brothers, and their father were all businessmen. I saw the power it gave them and even as a young child, I wanted that power" he said. Of course he craves power, it radiates off of him.

"So you love power? Interesting" I noted biting my lip "how old were you when you started your first business?" I asked. He clicked the roof of his mouth with his tongue and smirked. He bit down gently on the bottom one and cleared his throat as he noticed me staring.

"I'd say I was your age, you're 21 correct?" He asked letting his eyes scan my face. I nodded and looked down at my folder ready to ask the next question.

"I've read various articles that say you were confused about your sexuality once, would you say it's true?" My cheeks heated up from the personal question and I mentally cursed my roommate who helped me come up with these questions. Of course I had heard countless stories of Mr. Styles being gay, but not once did I think I'd get the chance to ask if it's true. "I'm sorry, it's on the sheet" I said shaking my head. I'm blowing my interview.

"I can assure you I have never been confused about my sexuality Ms. Carter." He said licking his lips. "I know what those ridiculous blogs and magazines say about me. It's all just a weak act to sell their product, nothing serious" he said straightening out his suit jacket.

"Are you single?" I asked looking at the next question. His eyes fell on the recorder and he leaned closer to it.

"Yes" he said smirking. I took in a sharp breath feeling a low, warm sensation spread throughout my body.

"You've been seen with countless women, Mr. Styles. That's pretty hard to believe" I chuckled nervously.

"Are you implying that I am lying?" He asked quite amused to say the least "I am a man of many talents, and lying is not one of them" he said. For what felt like the hundredth time today I began to sweat. His gaze was piercing and every move I made was watched by the breathtakingly handsome man in front of me.

"It says here that you are adopted. Do you feel like that shaped your character?" I asked. Mr. Styles look stunned at the question, but quickly recovered as he smiled at me.

"Yes, in a way. I learned many things from being adopted that has helped me morph into the man I am today, does that answer your questions Ms. Carter?" He asked cocking his head and twisting one of the rings on his finger.

"I suppose so" I breathed. I felt like any second I would explode and fall into tiny shreds of nothingness.

"Excellent, any more questions?" He asked.

"Yes, I interviewed one of your old employees and he had some colorful things to say about you" I said flipping through the folder "I believe controlling, psychopath was one of the many names he's given me" I said pursing my lips.

"I'd have to ask who that was, but if you're asking me if what he said was true I'd be lying if I said no." He chuckled leaning back in his chair. Jesus lord.

"So you admit that you're controlling?" I asked fixing my skirt.

"I like control, Ms. Carter. I crave control and I wouldn't be as successful as I am without it. Is that all?" He asked.

"For now yes" I nodded standing up and stopping the recorder. "It was a pleasure meeting you sir" I said shaking his hand.

"Mm" he hummed "the pleasure is all mine. I'll be seeing you at the gala, yes?" He asked. I blushed and nodded as my hand was still held tightly in his. I wasn't aware that he'd be attending the gala as well. I thought it was only for those who attended school and for the staff, but I was clearly mistaken.

The door opened and the same lady who escorted me in was ready to escort me out "I'll take her out, clary. You can go back to your desk" he said extending his hand "Ms. Carter" he said nodding. I placed my hand in his again and let him walk me out of his office and towards the elevator. "Until we meet again" he said as I stepped on.

"Yes sir"

Notes

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Wanted to try a 50 Shades of Grey type of story. This is my only warning: SEXUAL CONTEXT! so yeah. Hope you enjoy! :)x

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