Bahlam Feeki

Chapter 13

The ringing of my phone blasted through its speaker making me almost jump out of my sleep. I quickly pick it up. Force of habit from all those years having my boss call me whenever he pleased.

" Hello?" I say in my very noticeable morning voice I rub my eyes and look over at the clock on the nightstand.

Why the hell are they calling me at five?

"Hi Jamila, I know this is your vacation time but something urgent came up and we need you to take the job." You're kidding me right?

" Mr. Flemmings it is five o'clock in the morning and I'm on vacation. Why can no one else handle this issue?" I rub my hands on my forehead annoyed by this conversation

"No one else can do it and since you are already in the Middle East it's killing two birds with one stone."

"So if no one else can do it WHY am I being picked to do it? I am on vacation meaning no work." Just because you are a workaholic doesn't mean I have to be one.

"Well, we already put the advertisements out you'll get an additional month away from working at the office." I let out an annoyed sigh he doesn't take no for an answer.

" I'll do it but you're paying me double. Send the details over to me by email. If there are any issues I'll either call or email back." I hang up the phone not caring what he had to say. My morning has already been disrupted who the hell calls this early.

I throw my phone somewhere on the bed and drift back off to sleep.

" JAMILA OPEN UP" It felt like my soul done jumped out of my body from how hard the banging is. I clutched my imaginary pearls I flung my cover off.

I swing open the door and all I see is someone's chest in my face.

"So you're ignoring me so soon." His deep voice bounces off the walls almost startling me. I look up now knowing who it was.

Aahil you could tell he was upset but was trying to hide it.

" I should be asking why you are at my door at five in the morning?" I cross my arms annoyed that he's even questioning.

He looks down at his watch then looks back up at me.

"Unless my time is wrong it is twelve in the afternoon." My eyes widen and he just chuckles while walking in. He takes his shoes off and sits in the chair next to the window.

"Seeing as how you still have that on your he"

"It's a bonnet." He lets out a low grunt of frustration he hates it when I cut him off

"Yes, the bonnet so you were sleeping."

" What else would I be doing? Yeah, I was sleeping." I say while climbing back into bed.

"So you like to sleep in late?"

"Yes, but my job doesn't let me and unless I have somewhere to be I like to sleep in." I wrap the blankets around me feeling a nice warmth. I normally don't have the AC blasting but I was hot.

"What do you do?" Truthfully I just want to go back to sleep, especially after staying up all night.

" I am a journalist and an art curator. A very demanding job." I let out a sigh, "Don't get me wrong I love my job but sometimes it pisses me off like today." He nods his head while adjusting himself in the chair.

" and you?" I ask out of politeness.

"Business I own a couple of places here and there stuff like that ." His eyes lock with mine but I quickly look away. It's too early to deal with his intimidating stare