A Piece Of His Heart

Forty

Eliza

"You know, I always thought it was a little weird how she got the job even when we didn't need another graphic designer."

"Of course she did. Who knows what kind of favors she's been giving to others, most importantly, Waleed Sir."

"I know right? I never thought he was that kind of a person. But I guess that's how all rich people, especially men."

"I can't believe I actually I liked her."

I was getting a headache after listening to their baqwaas. They weren't even trying to be subtle or quiet in the way they judged me and Waleed so openly. Oh, and I sure as hell was going to strangle that Saad. I knew he was behind it.

After a total of five minutes— I never had good patience anyway— I turned in my chair and glared at the two chatter boxes who were acting like they run the place and someone had asked them to get my character certificate. One of them, the more decent one, looked like a deer caught in headlights as I glared at her and her friend, the mean one who only scoffed.

"Too quick to judge, aren't you?"

"Of course, it all makes sense now, Eliza. Or should I call you a prostitu—"

"Boss would be better." The voice came from behind me and I turned to see Aruba standing there with crossed arms, glaring at the two women with me.

The mean one blinked and let out a disbelieving laugh. "Just because she's messing with Waleed Sir doesn't make her the boss. Much less, my boss."

Her ego was inflated enough to use as a hot air balloon, I figured.

And because I was done, and I was feeling a little petty and wanted to see their reactions when they found out the truth.

So I leaned back casually and crossed my arms, settling for a smirk instead of whistling. I loved how their eyes narrowed on me. "I'm his wife."

Short, simple, to the point. But disastrous.

I saw the shock pass on both their faces as they reeled back and looked at me, stunned. Aruba and I exchanged a glance, both our eyes sparkling with mischief.

"What... How... No, you're lying." The decent one sputtered out, looking all over my face.

Judging, again.

"I'm not. Nikah nama dikha dun?"

*"Should I show you the marriage contract?"

"Believe her, girls." Another voice spoke, and I was surprised to see... Sheena walking toward us. "You wouldn't want our boss, her husband, to hear of this, right?"

My head was spinning. Since when did she like me?

Oh, and Waleed was going to hear of this for sure.

The girls— as she'd called them— looked dumbfounded before nodding and returning to work. I watched, equally astonished as them, as Sheena came to stand by my side and hooked our elbows together.