Sadiya |REWRITING

Chapter Twenty-One

A/N: Ramlah's "boyfriend" is Imran. Yazid's brother however, Imraan. Please don't get confused :) There's two of 'em.

Aaand, there's this one reader I can't just ignore, Ayeesharh__. This chapter is yours, gurl. I appreciate the love and support <3.

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KANO, NIGERIA.

Tamandu, an area in the state commonest for the tongue of a popular Afro-Asiatic linguistic in the Northern part of Nigeria. An area mostly known for being habituated by certain elites in the community. His being a resident of one of the prestigious buildings, sourced from what people perceived as nouveau riche.

Happiness was so much as essential as money. However, if there was anything money could not buy, it had to be happiness.

The man though, rich. Lonely, no doubt. You could say ten years of being alone was enough for one to...adapt, only that was not the case for him. In lieu, as each year passed, the void in his heart grew larger. His father, having passed down his group of companies to him, rose more abhorrence from his stepmother toward him. He did not care. Because there was nothing else to care for.

Not anymore.

He kissed his teeth, slapping the folder back on the oak desk, then swallowed back a growl. "What is this?" The chill in his tone sent quivers down the being of his secretary. Said man rocked on the balls of his feet, hands clasped in front of him before reaching to wipe his palms. "S-sir, that's the- it's the file you asked for..."

"I asked for a conspectus of the figures and you provide my desk with this?" He spat with disgust. "You have the final chance to fix it. This should be on this desk by the end of today."

Most leod would term his strictness as pure harshness, but having being introduced into the world of processed cellulose fibres and figures, the man knew not to be lenient to his inferiors. Business meant pure business. Nothing beyond the term. Although employees as Usman, his secretary, seldom slacked in their work. No, the man never did, even.

"B-but Sir..." He withcalled his words upon meeting his boss's daring glare. "It'll be done, Sir —"

Something flashed in his eyes as they widened. "You received a call earlier, Sir," He continued when the other raised a brow questioningly. "It was from Tyler."

"And why am I learning about this now, Usman?" The secretary stopped himself from reciprocating the scowl, or respond with sarcasm. He exhaled a deep breath. "What did he say?"

"He requested to talk to you, instead."

He sat back, clenching his fists. "You may leave now."

Not needed to be told twice, Usman held the file, then exited the office. The private investigator immediately answered once dialed. "Mr. Y—"

"What did you find, Tyler?" Angst was overwhelming him, he bit his lower lip, straightening in his seat. The man on the other line took the hint.

"Your mother and sister, Sir, I found something on them..."

Rayan froze.