I don't own anything, obviously…
Chapter one
»Mr. Malfoy! You still have a call waiting for you on two!«
"Tell them they'll have to bloody wait! I have problem here!"
Draco was still on the edge of mental break down. Liam and Kai, top two models in country were once again late for photo shooting and stylists were going crazy.
"It's Bennington, he said he's having problems on third page, that red make up doesn't match the title…"
"Well tell him that we're having problems on first page! Tell him he'll HAVE to fucking WAIT!
There was a minor pause when he obviously circled a datum on his paper.
"Ok, so it's 20th of May, and make sure she's there. I don't want to spend my time on something worthless-
-n..no..NO don't you ever tell me that wasn't your..
-yes it was!! I precisely remember how you said it was a good catch. Anyway I'm busy and I'm not having this conversation with you."
He closed his mobile and looked at his secretary.
"Melanie would you be so kind and fetch me a coffee, black, no sugar-
-caffeine free… honestly, after 3 years of working with you I know what kind of coffee you drink."
Draco looked at her skeptically.
"Now that we took care of that, would you please call Jamie, tell her to come here in five"
There was another short pause when he wanted to say something else. Melanie knew him well. After three years of working for Draco Malfoy you could easily know what will be his next move.
"N…No, no…tell her that we have a new model coming in half an hour and that I need her to check him out. Tell her that I'm having lunch with Nina."
"You know she'll be pissed off, right?"
"And that's why I need you my bestestest secretary in the whoooole wide world. I really don't need her yelling at me now. I have a meeting with Bennington so I'll be away for whole afternoon. I think she'll be able to take care of.."
He looked and the computer screen, clicked on something.
"To take care of this Harry Potter. I don't think I've heard of him, but he must be good since Jay said he fits into everything you give him, and you know how damn picky he is."
"Anything else?"
"No, thank you, I'll be fine."
It was one of those days at Malfoy and company when everyone was running, yelling, pissing off …mainly discovering how much swearing can your tongue takes in one sentence.
Draco Malfoy was 25, ex model and owned huge company that was photo shooting for different magazines like Vogue, Elle…
Draco was finally over with his 28.45 minutes long conversation with Mr. George Bennington, editor of Vogue magazine. He wasn't a pleasant man; actually he was far from it. But he was the best at what he was doing so Draco didn't have a choice.
He leaned back and for a few seconds enjoyed quietness and a view from his office in 34 floor, when his phone rang again. He saw who was calling, looked at the time and…
"FUCK!
Yes honey?
Yes I'm on my way…I was delayed by some of chief editors and you know how important they can be. Yes, yes baby I'm coming, yes I'll take a cab, yes I'll meet you there, don't worry."
"MEL! I'm going! I'm having lunch with Nina so I won't be back for at least 3 hours"
He was yelling at empty corridor, but knew that Melanie was somewhere near. Besides she had to be near…
There was - FINE yell echoing down the hall.
He looked at the mirror that was standing next to the elevator door and smirked at him. He knew he was good looking and attractive, everyone knew that Draco Malfoy was one of the best looking guys in London.
A short ping announced that he was at ground floor so he opened the door and walked out of the building.
He was waiting and in a minute his taxi stopped at pavement. He sat in, but just as he was going to give the driver instructions he noticed someone walking towards the building. That someone was dressed in black baggy trousers and tight grey shirt and had the best shaped backside Draco has ever seen.
Should I continue? You tell me…