His Voice.

Later that night, just when Zayn was getting ready to leave the office, a light knock fell on his door.

"Come in,"

The door flung open and Will stormed in looking disheveled. His sleeves had been pulled up to his wrist, he didn't have on his jacket any longer his hair looked like he'd been running his fingers through it– a lot.

That was the second stage of Will's frustration, and Zayn folded his arms as he felt Will had given up already. He looked at the time on his wrist, it was way past Will's clock-out time and Zayn gave a slight nod in commendation of Will for taking the work seriously.

...but an unfinished work is still unfinished. His main goal from this was to make Will realize he wasn't capable of the job and he knew how much Will hated being incapable.

"Here," Will sighed and stretched out the flash to him. "I've filled it out,"

Zayn wasn't expecting that.

"What?" he said and Will gave his hand a little shake, directing Zayn to take the flash in his hand.

"I've filled out e