Chapter 7

• Smiling, Harry kept his eyes fixed on the young man, giving him his undivided attention.
• "It's just a joke, Jones. No need to get nervous," said Harry, touching Jonathan's shoulder, trying to calm him down.
• But it didn't work, quite the opposite.
• "You don't seem like the type of person who makes many jokes, Harry," Jonathan gave him a suspicious look.
• "What do you think?" It was impossible to decipher, Harry was an enigma. With his sarcastic manner, it was hard to understand when his words meant what he really wanted to say.
• "I think I need to head to work, or I'll be late. Can you give me a ride?" Jonathan cleverly changed the subject, noticing the mischievous smile forming at the corner of Harry's mouth.
• "At your service," Harry stood up, pulling the chair for Jonathan.
• As he drove to the company, Jonathan could hear Harry humming Frank Sinatra, and the songs felt like the perfect soundtrack to the scene. He drove with ease, one arm relaxed and resting on the open window, with the wind blowing through his hair.
• "Your voice is out of this world," Jonathan blurted out, embarrassed by the spontaneity of his words. However, it was the absolute truth.
• "Thank you very much, Jonathan," Harry smiled, looking bashful for the first time. Perhaps his confident pose had a weak spot after all. "Add your contact here." He handed his phone to Jonathan, who hesitated for a moment before adding his contact to the musician's phone. However, upon seeing Harry's hopeful expression, he instantly gave in.
• Finally, when they arrived, Harry maneuvered the car carefully, parking in front of the building.
• Before bidding farewell, Harry sent a link to Jonathan's contact, who quickly glanced at the message.
• "What's this?" The link took a moment to load, and he was surprised to see all the tracks from Harry's album, still anonymous, in the link he sent.
• "I want you to be one of the first to listen. Your opinion is important," Harry smiled, embarrassed, looking at the corners of the car.
• "It will be an honor! Thank you for the trust, it means a lot," Jonathan returned the smile, respectfully touching Harry's shoulder.
• As they said goodbye, Harry extended his hand to Jonathan, who completely ignored the handshake and hugged him, albeit a somewhat distant one.
• The musician, who didn't expect such an act, felt good about building a friendship with the intern, but couldn't deny that his intentions were different from Jonathan's, who seemed somewhat naive not to react negatively to his advances.
• Perhaps it was the fear of rejecting him because he was a client, and Harry felt hesitant to think that maybe he was just being friendly to avoid an awkward relationship when they needed to work together. However, he couldn't explain the magnetism that Jonathan exerted on him.
• Work meetings wouldn't be enough to bring them closer in the way he wanted, so Harry would have to make an effort to win Jonathan over. And he was willing to wait, no matter how long it took.
• Jonathan got out of Harry's car, hoping no one had seen them together. He didn't need any gossip or rumors to completely ruin his reputation at work. He knew there wouldn't be anything to gain from making something up, but there were malicious people, and one had to be extra careful when new in such a big place.
• While in the elevator, he noticed a different kind of interaction happening. As the door opened on different floors, a general confusion seemed to be taking over the entire building, and Jones was confused, wondering what could have caused such commotion.
• When he arrived at his floor, the scene he found was no different. The tables were overturned, the floor completely messy, and IT technicians occupied all the machines.
• Approaching his desk, he saw Eric standing next to one of the technicians, who seemed to be grumbling something to the computer he was working on.
• "What happened?" Jonathan asked Eric, who seemed nervous as he paced back and forth while muttering some inaudible words.
• "They hacked the entire company's system. Elliot is losing it," Eric said, taking the cappuccino from Jonathan's hands, which left him extremely puzzled.
• "Oh, my God! Did we lose all the files?" Jonathan was shocked.
• "For now, yes. They are trying to recover them," Eric replied.
• "What chaos, my God," the intern sat down, worried.
• A company that works with various artists has an infinite amount of music, videos, and other media files. Losing these files would be like nullifying a whole career campaign for these artists. If not reversed, it could have catastrophic consequences.
• Impulsively, Jonathan decided it would be a good idea to go to Elliot's office and check on his state, since it was a complicated situation. Eric warned him that it wasn't a good idea, but being the stubborn person he was, Jones completely ignored his friend's suggestion and quickly made his way to the office.
• He knocked on the door three times. Three soft and timid knocks that didn't receive a response. Feeling bold, he decided to enter anyway. As he opened the door, he saw Elliot pacing back and forth, shouting at someone on the phone.
• His first instinct was to leave and come back when Elliot was calmer. However, as he turned to leave, he heard Elliot calling him.
• "Sorry to interrupt, Mr. Park. I wanted to know if I can help with something," the brunette said, bashful.
• "You're not bothering," said Elliot, relaxing his expression as he met Jonathan's gaze. "I actually wanted to talk to you, and ask you a favor."
• "Whatever you need." He replied.
• "Some technicians will need to stay late to recover the lost files, which were many. I need someone to stay to give them access to the rooms. Could you do it? Eric can keep you company if you want. Aila will be busy and won't be able to stay."
• "Of course, no problem," Jonathan smiled softly, agreeing with his boss.
• "If you need anything, you can call me." Park approached him, watching his face blush as getting closer.