request for ceoverse! pls make where the wifey visits him at work ((wherein the employees still dont know how she looks like)) and his secretary kinda looks down at her like “who r u, do u even have an appointment lol” ... i want angry ceo!harry and shook employees PLEASE +++ hes all soft w her in front of them and they are all like HUH 🤨
TEMP OPENING (mini blurb)
Reminder: Harry is not nice! He’s an asshole to everyone but his wife and baby.
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Y/N was a bit frazzled. She was suppose to drop off important documents, that her husband had forgotten at home, to Harry’s office an hour and a half ago.
Ivy decided that it’d be best to throw a temper tantrum because she didn’t want to stop playing with her toy kitchen set.
After a half hour of wriggly, angry toddler chaos - Ivy was strapped into her car seat with a furious expression.
Especially because YN didn’t let her bring a toy along because of her behavior. It was her attempting to kick the back of the leather seat until YN firmly asked her to stop.
When she wouldn’t, YN pulled out her last resort card. She didn’t use it much because she didn’t want it to lose luster.
“Did I need to tell Daddy how you’re treating mummy?” YN looks in the rearview mirror at her red-faced daughter.
Ivy looked comical. She’d refused to let her mother comb her wild curls or change her white shirt that was covered in berry stains.
“No!” She shrieks but stops kicking and huffs as she looks out the window to the passing scenery.
The temper of her father, YN swears.
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She manages to scurry through the building without many glances. A few people know who she is but not any of the lower level employees.
They don’t recognize Ivy either because she is rarely in the building and if she happens to be they keep her on the secluded top floor where his office is.
YN is rushing, feeing awful about not getting the papers to him sooner. She doesn’t look much better than her baby.
Hair is a messy bun atop her head, a ripped up vintage shirt, and grey biker shorts that have similar berry stains to her daughters.
She is basically dragging her toddler along as she isn’t very willing to use her feet at this very moment. Stopping and staring at everything then grumbling when her mum pulls her away.
Finally she arrives at the office that houses his secretary before the massive doors that lead into his office.
When she pushes through, there are two men sitting on the sofa with briefcases in their laps - obviously waiting for a meeting.
The women behind the desk isn’t the usual grey haired grandmother-like women that she and Ivy love.
Harry’s normal secretary was on a week vacation and there was a younger, raven-haired girl sitting in her usual position.
She looks YN up and down with judgemental eyes before she smirks and says, “Mr. Styles isn’t hiring for the cleaning crew right now.”
It takes moment of confusion to realize that the girl is implying that how she looks - unprofessional and a hot mess means she’s less than.
Even though any job is a good job.
YN is about to comment on how rude the comment is but Ivy bolts to the side of the office to view a large very much alive plant.
She reaches up to curiously pick at the leaves in her child-like wonder but ends up pulling the whole thing over, soil spilling all over the plush white carpeting.
It startled Ivy into tears, rushing back to her mum and begging to be picked up. YN can feel the men and the secretary’s eyes on them.
“Mummy, it’s scary,” Her daughter whines, sniffling and burying her face into her mum’s neck. Hiding.
“You’re okay, it’s fine,” YN soothes, rubbing her back comfortingly.
“It’s really not okay because now I have to clean that up. Maybe you should get that little brat under control.”
It’s perfect timing when Harry’s door opens and he hears the girl call his daughter a brat.
His perfect little baby.
All eyes go to Harry, he demands attention anywhere he goes but this is his territory. He’s fucking furious.
“Hayley, why are you talking to your boss that way?” Harry asks in a calm, taunting tone. He casually rests against the doorframe.
Hayley looks at him confused, “What do you mean? I was just telling this women that her daughter is out of control.”
“First off, that women is your boss just as much as me. Seeing as she has 50% ownership of the company,” He replies cooly, pursing his lips in irritation.
“Second off, I’m not going to tolerate you insulting our daughter. She’s a fuckin’ baby, she’s going to do things kids do,” Harry motions to the plant lying lifelessly on the ground.
YN shoots his a look, no cursing in front of Ivy, and he automatically sends her an apologetic look. Their daughter has popped up and is dimpling at her father.
“Daddy! Missed you!” Ivy chirps happily.
The two men are wide-eyes and quiet, they look at each other once - communicating silently.
“Anything else I need to address, pet?” Harry asks his wife, accepting Ivy when she makes grabby hands at her father.
Harry smiles down at his child, “Hi Vee. Y’missed Daddy? I missed you, my little lovie.”
YN usually would let it alone and not be catty - truly.
Insult her all they want but they do not talk about their daughter like that.
“She said that they’re not hiring janitorial staff. I guess my appearance gave off that kind of signal,” YN smirks, even though the rock on her finger should have given it away.
“Hmm, isn’t that interesting?” Harry hums, mocking that he’s thinking hard.
It’s amazing how he can still be intimidating with a little clone of himself in his arms - who’s currently wrapping her fingers in his cross necklace.
“Wha-what?” The confused, nervous girl answers as she realizes the pit she dug herself into.
“It’s interesting because we may not have a janitorial position available but we have a new opening for a temp secretary,” Harry smiles widely with no empathy for the girl.
Then he’s turning to the other men, “D’you two have anything t’say? I’m always willin’ to open your positions too.”
They shake their heads in unison and don’t open their mouths at all. They actually look at their feet.
“You’re a fucking asshole,” Hayley spits at him, standing up and throwing her purse over her shoulder.
“You better hurry. The unemployment office closes at two,” Her husband tells the girl before ignoring her mutters to kiss his daughter’s cheek.
YN steps over, murmuring “She has been a brat all day but she’s our brat.”
“Eh, her mummy is a brat half the time too,” Harry replies, lowly so the men can’t hear.
He can’t help but reach his hand around and squeeze quickly at her bum.
“H,” YN squeaks, smacking him playfully, “Here’s those papers. I’m sorry I’m so late.”
“Never be sorry, s’okay. These guys have been sitting there for the last two hours waitin’ on them to start the meeting. They’re fine.”
YN flushes, avoiding the men’s gazes, and hands them to her husband, “You really are an awful boss.”
“I know, s’fun,” Harry smiles, pressing a kiss to her lips before kissing Ivy’s nose to hear her giggle.
After meeting, the men will discuss - one: how hot his wife is and two: how Harry was whipped for her and his baby.
Enjoy 😊
