Abduction

2-Her aura

Monday came very fast. She spend the rest of her weekend thinking of how she would avoid Bilal at all cost. The more the hours pass by the more anxious she gets. Morning routine was done in a haste being late was always her habits.

Janan strides were long as she descended the last stairs. Only God save her from tripping. She was dressed in a long flatted black skirt, white bottom up shirt and a matching hijab pinned on her oval shaped face. She wasn't a fan of wearing make up, just a lip bam and she's good to go.

"Mama ina kwana?" She greeted her mom upon seeing her walking out of the kitchen, holding a plate of fried chips and hot tea.

"Lfy lau. Come and eat oya." Mama gestured to the dinning area. She knows her daughters rarely eat breakfast.

"No Mama, you know how last week I almost got fired." Janan remembers the day she walked in to her work place. The manager Mr Malik, a very strick and arrogant man. He almost send her away.

"Miss Ghali this is not a place for girls like you, punctuality is a great tool for success, so many people are begging to take this job but you're taking it for granted! I will have to take full responsibility for this!! And if the director or CEO hears about this we all be doomed. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes sir"

Janan shook her head at the memory. She doesn't wish for that to happen again. She really loves working in that company, the paycheck is good. Even though her dad is rich, Janan being the 'feminist' wants to work hard for herself and express her passion.

"Bye, will call you later!" She dashed to the door gripping her hand bag and car keys leaving Mama in astonishment.

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She step on the break as the car igniter came to halt, speeding wasn't her style but seeing her life was 'practically' on the way then she has no other choice. The job was the only escape she has, it kept her busy.

An escape from drowning..

After parking her Mercedes 350 GLK Janan jump out of her car, picked her black Gucci bag, files and tea flask, the flask must be Mama's doing because she doesn't remember collecting it. Tea calms her down, helps her concentrate at work, she made a mental note to thank her later.

She make her way straight to the entrance, heels clanging as she cat work. It was natural for Janan to have aura that screams classic. They exchange greetings with the door man.

Pulling her sleeve small, her light skin came visible and her expensive wrist watch shows eight dot.

Alhamdulillah

A weight was lifted off her shoulder. Sighing, her eyes roam around the foyer. The place was clean and beautiful as always, paintings were hanged on the walls. Chandelier up above the ceiling. Few staffs were walking up and down. Janan proceeded to the receptionist table. A dark skin lady was dressed in a formal cloth answering calls, she waved at Janan.

"Good Morning Beauty." Amina exclaimed dropping the phone down. Her eyes glinting in amusement. The girl like teasing the hell out of her.

"Morning Amina" Janan reply, her gaze flicking down to her watch again. If she stays and listen to her non stop gossips she would be in the office by ten.

"Hand me over the staffs attendance."

"Don't worry..." Amina started saying giving her the record book.

".... I heard that the director won't be coming here today, they have an urgent business to attend with the CEO and Mr malik is sick." She whispered lowering her voice. Janan don't see why she need to lower her voice. This is not the first time they will be attending an urgent meeting somewhere. But glad to say she's happy she won't be seeing Mr malik's preying eyes. And the CEO, he might not be a human for all she knows. She works for him but never meet or seen him. All the meetings and programs she had witness within the fourteen months she has been there, he wasn't present. Amina once told her that his a very busy man,and this is not the only construction company his running in Nigeria and the Director helps him in managing this one.

That non of her concern. His just her employer.

"Ohkay" She locate her name and signed. Placing down the pen Janan look back at her.

"Amina I have a presentation in 20minute, see you later." smiled and work off. She didn't wait to hear her reply. Gosh Amina "the talk of the town" as they called her. Janan chuckled, she could agree to it now.

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Design department. This was boldly written in the glass door, Janan pushed the door knob, she first spotted her friend Munira busy sketching. The rest are her team colleagues. Two females and three males.

Rebecca, one of the female glared upon sighting her, throwing daggers her way. This wasn't the first time, the girl despise her to the end and Janan has no clue why, gossips were told that she's the top of all the design departments and now Janan took it. Janan was blessed with the art of drawing and design, she got the job from her first exam sitting and has won award in Cairo for the best graduating student.

"Amigo!!" Munira hugged her, pulling her from the train of thought. She pull herself from her friend's death grip and regain her stance.

"Babe you're looking hot day by day."

Janan rolled her eyes, she looked at the rest of her team mate avoiding Becca's glare. "Morning everyone" she waved.

"Miss Ghali welcome on board." Khalil the cute guy with the blue shirt said. The rest of her team members greeted her with a smile except Becca. They were all looking through the presentation that will held in five minute.

Janan gave Khalil a warm smile, she averted her gaze from him, his a flirt and also a play boy.

"I can't wait for you guys to meet." Munira giggled like a school girl on an ice cream shop.

"Who?" Janan asked Nonchalant, trying to control her annoyance. She knows who Munira is talking about.

"Bilal of course." She said it like the most obvious thing on earth.

"Please, I don't want to talk about him." Janan move pass her. She drop her file and got ready for the presentation.

This is going to be a long day.

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