Smile

Twenty seven

"Zanny boy." I smiled walking into the meeting room.

"Shame Y/n," he shook his head.

"What?" I asked sitting next to him.

"Oscar could've been in here, that would've been a bad first impression." He said.

"Get your knickers out of a twist." I mocked in a British accent.

He chuckled. "Well excuse me partner, I'm just looking out for ye."

I threw my head back laughing. "Oh my God, that was horrible."

"What?" He crossed his arms. "My American accent is amazing."

"Not all of us Americans sound like that." I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah right, I heard that accent try to slip in." He said.

"Shut up Zanny," I tapped on the table. "So how many men do I have to try and impress today?"

"Well, Oscar." Zayn said.

"That's it?" I asked.

He shrugged. "He may bring some other people."

I nodded. "Not to be rude or anything but, why are you here?"

He laughed. "That was pretty damn rude, I'm just here for emotional support."

"Yeah right." I said.

"Yeah I was lying, after your meeting I have one with Oscar." He said.

"Wow, and here I though you cared." I pouted.

"Oh shut up." He said just as the door opened up.

"Sorry I'm late." I looked up seeing Oscar walk in. "It's rush hour."

Zayn stood up laughing. "Trust me I understand."

Was it that funny?

I quickly stood and let out a fake laugh. "Yeah, traffics...crazy."

Oscar looked over at me and smiled. "You must be Y/n."

I nodded reaching out for his hand. "The one and only."

"It's great to meet you." He firmly gripped my hand.

Well damn daddy.

I pulled away and subtly shook my hand. "Great to meet you too."

"Well let's get down to business," he sat, Zayn and I followed. "Y/n, your voice is amazing and I really want to sign you."

I nodded smiling. "That's good to here."

"I brought a contract," he pulled a stack of papers out of thin air and placed them in front of me. "Read over it, there will be some other things to discuss but we'll only talk about them if you decide to join us."

I looked over at Zayn as he began to talk. "Read it carefully Y/n, a lot of people jump right into this contact and then later realize it's not for them."

I looked down at the first page and began to read.

Gasconading, perspicacious, unencumbered.

Maybe I should've brung a lawyer because what the hell do these words mean.

After a few minutes of pretending to read, I looked up and smiled nervously. "Where do I sign?"

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"I'm fucking signed!" I yelled walking into the house with a huge smile on my face.