Bloody Styles, calling me a tosser is so unlike him, not sure what's bitten his bum today, he's usually the least of my worries. This is the trouble, when acts are fetus at the start they are compliant and do as they're told but as soon as an artist gets established the tables turn and they turn into a fucking nightmare. Out of character for Styles though, completely out of character.

The band is massively successful right now but in reality they've probably only got one maybe two more album releases in them before they will all take a band career break for a few years to do their own projects.  Nearly all the band members have already put the wheels in motion for their 'after' projects. 

However, Harry is and always has been the one destined for greater things.  Spending his time between London and LA, he is the only one who has built up considerable contacts in the film industry and I know that acting is the next path he will take. 

He should be biting my fucking hand off to attend the TV & Film Awards and especially with Eden who is almost guaranteed to win in at least one category.  Can't understand the boy, she's fucking gorgeous.  Anyway he's going now and will thank me in the end so I must let it go.

Right, now that meeting is over better I suppose I better catch up with what's going on in the world, see what shit, if any, is about to hit the fan.  God my internet connection is slow today and how many emails?  Why does everyone mark everything important, it's ridiculous because most of it is crap I don't need to read.  Yes as suspected crap, delete, more crap, delete.

Wait what's this one, it's from Suse downstairs in the Social Media Team.  What a fucking doss job she's got, paid shed loads to surf the internet all day keeping track of what's trending about our artists.   She's great at it though, usually doesn't bother me unless it's something interesting and she's got a great set of tits so I'll let her off. 

**Will, check out #HarryStyles&EdenScott trending this afternoon on Twitter – Suse**

Strange Eden's people weren't putting anything out and neither were we.  Here we go, hang on what the fuck? Picture of Harry in his car at Heathrow with a woman but I can't make her out.  Grainy image, you think with these shit hot phones these fans have they could take a better picture than that.

Well judging by the tweets everyone thinks it's Eden but it's clearly not her after Harry's petulant meltdown this morning.  Fuck, more shit to deal with, why does everyone make everything so bloody hard.  Where's my telephone extension list, here it is, Tom extension 215. 

"Tom get your fucking arse into my office now". 

What the bloody hell is Styles he playing at, he'll rue the day he messes with me.

"Tom, you took your bloody time."

"Sorry Will here now."

"Have you seen the trends about Harry and the mystery women?"

"Yes but mystery women, I thought it was Eden Scott."

"See Tom this is why I have my own office and you don't.  No, it's not fucking Eden so find out who the fuck it is by the end of the day or you're fucking job's on the line, understand."

"Ok boss."

"Don't call me fucking boss you cheeky shit, now get out my office and get to it.  End of the day remember."

Tom's POV

Will is such a wanker, if this company didn't have the artists it has I'd be long gone.  Anyway his assignment is a piece of piss for me with the contacts I have so shouldn't take too long to figure out who she is.

Right, fuck the strict contract clauses let's access Harry's phones records.  I do deem this in the interests of both parties and no one will ever know anyway.  User name, password, great we're in.  Well well same number coming up everyday called and texted from Australia recently.  Ok, number begins with 07543 which is on the O2 network because it's the same as mine so time to call my contact Alan at O2.  He's such a techy dork but I've got him wrapped around my little finger so he'll tell me what I need to know. 

"Hi Alan, it's Tom at Brazen, need a favour mate."

"What do you mean you can't help me out?"

"Aren't we all having a bad day, look come on I really need this one."

"Ok well it's better than nothing, number registered in Manchester you say."

"Thanks Alan."

Right, picture at Heathrow, phone in Manchester, doesn't really take a genius to put two and two together does it?  Abi in passenger services at Heathrow should be able to help me out.    

"Hi Abi, it's Tom at Brazen, I need a favour lovely."

"Great knew I could count on you.  Yesterday's BA passengers from Heathrow Terminal 5 to Manchester flying between say 11am and 2pm.  I'm looking for a female between say 18-24."

"Oh 3, great, do you have names?"

"Fabulous, Heidi Lockheart, Emily Burgen and Natasha Wilson."

"You're a doll, thanks a million, I owe you sweetie."

Google it is, ok Heidi Lockheart.  Oh she's got a Facebook page.  In a relationship with Neville so it's definitely not her.  Let's try Emily Burgen.  Nothing oh shit typical there's always one who doesn't 'do' social media.  Right, move on, let's try Natasha Wilson.  Not much on the social media front, Facebook page and Twitter don't give much away.  Let's see if there are any images of the lass.  Oh here we go that looks like Harry's mother Anne. 'Anne Styles launches charity to help terminally ill children have trips of a life time and is pictured here with charity volunteers Alan Shaw and Natasha Wilson.'

Bingo! Oh this was too fucking easy, I am such a genius even if I do say so myself.  Not waiting I'm straight into Will's office to wipe his doubts about my ability from his face. 

"Come in Tom, why the smug face?"

"Will, I think you'll find everything you require right here." I throw the file down on his desk.

"I'd better, let's see.  Natasha Wilson, aged 20, lives in Holmes Chapel, attends Manchester College studying Business Administration & Law where she is in her final year.  Mother deceased, Father lives in Europe.  Natasha volunteers at a charity set up by Anne Styles. Great work Tom."

"Thanks Will."

"Well, well, well, there we have it.  If Styles thinks after all this time I'm going to let him throw it all away on a simpleton he has another fucking thing coming.  Tom I will email you a set of photographs that you are going to use to get this Natasha whatever her name is to disappear.  Prepare to make a call, dangle £10k, she's a student so shouldn't take too much persuasion."

"It'd be my pleasure Will."