The secretary

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Suddenly, Shihab shouted at her saying:
- What, miss, are you and her?! Are we here coming to spend it talking about coffee, or what? This is a place of work.. Girl, grab the paper and pen and write what happened quickly.. I just want what is related to the fire.. quickly so that it can be posted on the website of the magazine.. understand it.
Mona shook her head and hurried to sit at the desk and write on the papers that Shehab prepared in advance about the fire after she gave her mobile phone to Noha. She watches with Shehab the photos she took of the fire before her live broadcast. Shehab chose several photos and asked Noha to send them on Telegram to the photography department of the magazine to control They colored it and made it suitable for publication on the site. They forbade that and they stood silently waiting for Mona to finish writing everything she knew about the fire accident. Moments later, he arrived and his mobile phone rang. He did not speak in that call, but he made a sound like a faint hum, meaning that he follows and hears and understands everything that is said to him. He ended the call at the same time that Mona finished writing. He snatched the paper from her hand, and after reading what Mona had written, he looked at her while rubbing his chin and thinking of something he wanted to say, but his memory did not help him.
Suddenly, Shihab remembered what he wanted to say. He pointed towards me, shouting in his loud voice, and signaling her to write behind him:
- Also, write that the cause of the fire is still unknown, and that the Public Prosecution Office is in charge of the investigation, and we will follow you up with news and developments as soon as possible.. Understand it, then.
He returned the paper to Mona, who added everything Shehab had said. He snatched the paper and pen from her again, signed what Mona had written, and ordered her to rush it to the electronic section of the magazine, which manages her website. Mona rushed to implement what the editor-in-chief ordered. Shehab returned to sit at his desk. Noha looked at him and asked:
- How did you know that the reason is unknown until now?
Nabil pointed to his phone and said, waving his hand a lot in a random way:
- As soon as the broadcast took place, I sent two journalists, like any magazine, newspaper or news site, what would they do.. and they are there now following everything.. one of them is still talking to me now, and Mona is writing what happened.. understand it now.
Noha applauded him, expressing her admiration for his work and experience. Shehab bowed his head to her in a modest theatrical manner, then looked at her and said:
- And you will stay here.. Come on, Hanem, at your desk.. I want a job.. Forget about this fire at all.. The accident department is doing it..
Then he took out a notebook from a library drawer, signed a paper in it, cut it from it, and gave it to Noha, saying:
- This is part of Mona's share that I promised him.. A little like that, and the accounts department will list all who entered the magazine from this video.. and it will determine the percentage of Mona and give her a check for it.. But this is just to encourage you and feel that what you did was useful.. Understand it, then.
Noha took the paper from his hand and left, leaving Shehab alone in his office. Shehab began to return the piles of papers that he had removed from the desk to their place, trying to arrange them in a simple way. Everything in his office seemed random. The only place that was completely organized and extremely clean was the bathroom attached to his library, so Mona told Noha, after she handed in what she had written regarding the fire, as ordered by Shehab, the editor-in-chief, while she was sitting with her in her office.
Noha did not imagine how happy Mona was with the amount that Shihab specified for her in the payment voucher. It was not a huge amount, but it was large and it was the largest so far for Mona and Noha as well. Mona was very happy with it. Every few minutes she opens the receipt and looks at the written number and smiles and accepts the receipt and closes it, to return Minutes later, he opened it, looked at it, smiled, and kissed it again. Noha noticed her happiness and joy, and asked her:
- Are you happy with this money?
Mona looked at her with a bright smile on her face and said:
- I am happy with everything.. with my success.. with appreciation that Mr. Shihab, with His Majesty, is standing and seated me at his desk so I can write.. he quickly agrees to what I wrote and gives me what is written in this receipt.. oh, sure, I am happy with this amount.. but not because of its value as money. But because of its value as an appreciation for my labor and effort.. and also because Tita will be very happy with me, and this amount will be a sign of happiness and simplification for her.
- Ok, don't go to spend it, Yalla.
- No, not today.. Tita must see him first.. and be happy with me.. and feel that her tiredness is not in vain.. she wanted to enter medicine or pharmacy, and I was the one who decided to enter journalism, and she did not object and gave me everything she could, whether material or psychological.. She feels that her efforts are not for nothing.. By the way, when I spend the money, I will give her all of it, and she will spend it at her convenience.. Not only this money, no, this is also the rest of the money that Mr. Shehab told you about.. She wants to go for Hajj.. It is right if the money can be taken for Hajj .. Oh, let's be the happiest one on earth.
A woman who did everything she could to raise her granddaughter. Of course, she faced difficulties and problems, but she insisted on raising her in a way that would make her a human being. She forgot her pain and grief and overcame them after losing her only son and wife. Her real goal was to see her granddaughter succeed and do what she loves, no matter what she would do. What is important is that she be a human being, she may be a doctor, a teacher, a lawyer, an accountant, or a housewife. If a person, whatever his job or position, is not a human being who has the human qualities that every religion exhorts, he would have become a mere deaf and dry machine that performs a work that lacks sense and feeling, and he may make a mistake. And he did not feel that, we often meet such models in our lives, a person who performs his job without a human sense, he may do what he should do for us, but we do not feel any love, appreciation or pride for what he gave us, and there are few people who may provide us with their services in a way that we do not like or we find it strange, strange, or unacceptable; Nevertheless, we feel love and gratitude for them. Shihab, for example, is one of them. His loud voice is always a way
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