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KANO STATE, NIGERIA.
Imad slammed open the door of his bureau hot anger rolling off him like an avalanche. He threw his suit on the chair right in front of his escritoire, rolled the sleeves of his dress shirt and adjusted his collar uneasily. What was he thinking leaving the bureau like that after reading what she has written? Had that incident never happened with Nazir, would he have talked to her about their past? Was he that desperate and pathetic to fail the game he's charted himself?
Damn, damn damn! What is that wee woman doing to him? He paced around the room, his dress shoes making annoying little sounds of the sisal regal carpet. Noisy breathings rush out from the seam of his lips, eyes protruding as though he's seen murder in front of him. His muscles are quivering with wrath and insides tight. He clenched his fists, he don't want his anger to take over and he'll ruin the room all over but it did.
In his fit of rage, he didn't hear the sound of the door opening only felt the presence of Jabir inside with him. He gave a sigh of relief because had that being Amirah, he would just vomited his guts and regurgitate all he has in his stomach for her. He might even hurt her while trying to sort out his fury, it just got to that after a while. His raucous breathings didn't subside though, it kept proliferating like a bull ready to take down a scarlet human.
Eyes closed, he stopped pacing and start to think rationally. Jabir just sat down on the couch inside the office, nonplussed, watching him pace and calm himself. He likes Jabir for that, he does not push you into doing anything and permit you to do what you think is right after he's advised you. He felt inebriated with these aggravation. When he feels that he is quintessential with cool and calm, he sat down on the couch with Jabir.
Jabir's eyes are dancing with confusion but also amusement. He's never seen Imad this worked up since the time he called him during his first year to check up on Amirah that she wasn't answering his calls. That time, Imad just started his MBA in Chicago and Amirah is still in highschool. He's delivered the news about the dare albeit reluctant to Imad, it didn't turn out well. He looks too sentient now and about to detriment something more like someone.
Cool and calm, Jabir decided to chirp. "What happened here and why were you pacing like devil chased you?"
Imad scoffed wishing it was the devil that chased him, he would've just ducked and do the infeasible. "I wish it was the devil and not she-devil."
Jabir adjust himself on the couch, his supine position abandoned, brows adjoined in confusion to what this she devil means. Is Imad seeing about woman now or is he talking about his wife? "What do you mean by she-devil, seems like a woman or I'm I mistaken?"
"No mistake at all." He scoffed again, placing each elbow on his knees and widening the v between his strong looking thighs. "I want to exact my revenge on her, but I want it to hurt beyond words. Which means doing it now won't give that much impact, I need more time."
Jabir's eyesbrows shoot up in question to this. What the heck is this guy talking about and what revenge is he plotting so devotedly? Why are his eyes shining with so much nefariousness that promised nadir to the person at the meeting end of it? He could only come up with one person that can easily bring out the malignant and most loving side of Imad and that is none other than his personal assistant.
Is he talking about Amirah? Now... this is interesting.
"What are you talking about?"
Imad stood up and made his way to Amirah's desk, took her laptop off the table and dropped it on Jabir's thigh as if expecting him to know what to do with it. Jabir stared in bewilderment before looking down at the laptop's screen that is shining with small note that doesn't make sense but still readable. Asking for permission with his eyes and looked down when Imad nodded. He is being abstinent in the matter right from the beginning but his curiosity is taking a toll now.

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