You office series# 1
"I love her so much, It physically pains me to imagine a life without her, I feel like I won't survive a single second, without her. I feel I am drowning and only she could save me, But here I am, drowning without her, and she'...
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I tap my pen on the desk and stare at the numbers on the sheet in front of me.
After thinking for a very long time, I write the number eight beside the number and two and calculate all the boxes with an anticipated breath.
"Got it." I grin marking the box as complete and keeping it on my desk.
Eman, who was seated on the chair opposite to me, pauses typing on her laptop. "Number master, again?"
I nod streching my arms up. "Yes, although I have to say it was a tough one this week."
"Uhm." Eman goes back to work on her laptop. "I don't really understand the hype behind it."
"It's intriguing actually. Solving those numbers to match the given answer by the number master themself."
"Why would any mysterious person create a game of numbers? Why not gossip? That would've been more interesting."
"That's why it isn't." I grin.
"And solving numbers are? You are such a nerd, Mahib." She looks at me. "Sometimes I think the number master is you."
"Me?" I chuckle. "If it were me, do you think I would get frustrated because of not getting the answers?"
She shrugs. "Fair enough."
"What are you doing, anyway?" I ask getting up from the chair.
"Our lawyer send in the contract we are doing with that Farhan siddque, just cross checking the clauses we agreed on." She points a finger at me. "I didn't had one bit of my heart working with him. Have you seen how least interested he was during the meeting?"
"He was going back to meet his wife, Eman." I open the binds of the window which shows the working area out of my office. "That's understandable."
I narrow my eyes and scan around the area until my eyes stop on the dark haired girl I was looking for.
It's been a week since she joined. She is very hardworking. Although now I had only given her the task to analyze old project reports for her to get hang of our work, she is quite good at grasping new information.
She mostly keeps with herself. Throughout this whole week, she didn't made any friends or aquatints. At first I thought she might be overlooked being a rookie but Ali, my assistant told me that it's her nature. She is reserved.
Even now, she has her head bend down, studying the latest design layout of our project, while taking notes in a diary.
"Why are so interested in her?"
I try to cover my flinch with a flick to my hairs, as Eman appears by my side, following my line of site.
"Who?" I ask looking at her through the slits of the blinds.
