Epiphany

3:

- Hadia - 

It was Monday now, meaning I had one day to get the money to pay the fee, but it doesn't look like I'd get that done considering I just had another interview that was screwed over. 

All the interviews I had said the same thing, 'That I could try at a better place, and they're looking for someone else.' and I wouldn't mind this, but what was odd was how all of them said the same thing. 

I was sitting outside on a bench of a park at half four in the evening, thinking of what to do? All of a sudden, my mind to Mustafa Ibrahim, 'didn't he say something about good luck getting a job.' I thought. I had tried to ignore the thought of him after I left his company, and the man was ridiculous for asking me to marry him and for business purposes. Was he desperate or something?

I didn't know about him, but I know that I'm desperate right now, and I don't know what to do. The sudden lightbulb lighted in my mind, I got up, catching a taxi and arriving outside the company. 'I have a gut feeling. He has something behind my interviews.' 

I was about to walk past the main office when I was stopped by the receptionist, "Miss, you can't go in there." She said, stopping me. "Are you here for a meeting?" she asked. "Yes, with Mustafa Ibrahim." I stated. She looked at me weirdly. "Um, do you have an appointment?" she asked, "Without that, I can't let you go in." she said. 

I stopped and looked at her, "Why don't you ask your boss? He probably knows I'm here." I said I probably looked like a mad woman right now, but I needed to see the person who made me like this. "One second miss, your name?" She asked. "Hadia."

She nodded and went over to her table, picking up the telephone. She said a few words and then listened. After she put her phone down, she looked at me, "Miss Hadia, Sir is waiting for you. You can take the elevator from the right corridor up to the eighth floor, and then his office is the only one on the floor." she explained. 

I nodded and thanked her, rushing to the elevator and following the directions she had given me. Arriving the floor, I approached the door, and after I quickly knocked on the door (since I had manners), I walked in. 

My blood boiled after seeing him sitting there, smirking and holding some victorious expression. "Miss Hadia, I kept my schedule empty for you. I'm glad you showed up. Please take a seat." he said. 

'Deep breaths Hadia, maybe I could walk out more benefited from this,' I thought as I sat down. "So, how were your other interviews?" he asked, his voice showing clear signs of mockery. "I'm pretty sure you know the outcomes of them." I said, trying to keep myself from killing him at the moment. 

"Of course, you sitting here tells me all about it." He said, to which I ignored it and didn't answer.

"So let's not waste time then and talk business." he said, looking serious, as he sat upright, looking straight at me, "Please continue." I replied. 

"Like I said at our last meeting, I'm offering you the role of my wife, and of course, it is business only. Nothing more and nothing less." He said. I nodded, "and what is it for me?" I asked him. He looked back at me, like trying to decode me before he said something else. "I could offer you whatever you want." he carefully answered. "And can I ask why this is being offered?" I asked, trying to push him, I already have an idea that he's desperate, considering he's offering me whatever I want. 

"That is confidential." He replied, "but I'm informing you that this marriage won't affect your daily life at all, you can continue to live your life however you would like, and anyways this is only a marriage for a year." He said. I nodded, if I didn't need to pay Aliza's fee, I would triple think of this before accepting this, but since I don't much time to think, I have to make my choice now. Plus, it's only a year.