Business - Euphoria

She barges in

It feels so good, watching the flames engulf all the secrets and emotions that were beautifully carved on a piece of paper. This feeling is, what is truly worth remembering. It encourages me to go on with life. Spending the morning benefiting myself, day in the way I desire, the evening in papers, the night resting and then again burning it all in the morning. The most perfect routine that can ever exist.
I don't maintain a diary, it is risky to do so. If you return home and find a person reading it? Will they be able to know your true self? The one that is not for anyone but you. The one nobody recognises.
I can't imagine it. Can you?
To me, having that person means nothing but death. Will I be able to see my true self when taking my last breaths? Will I be able to recognise it?
I don't know. Not just yet. Maybe after a few years.

4 am is a normal morning hour to me, when I am alone. But when not, I prefer to be a late morning or even an afternoon person.
Standing blank, I stare out from the balcony. The world looks so good, as in quite.
After completing my morning routine which includes cleaning myself, a healthy drink, praying and tidying my place, I exercise for a while and start reviewing the documents. I have a whole lot of them.
I also have to go to the company and discuss a few issues with the CEO (who is also my brother, Aziz). Not many know about our relation and I rarely take part in events and parties. To the employees, I am just another employee who works on site, and rarely comes to the office and also an exception allowed by the CEO, which people believe is because of being a family friend. Well, never cared to correct them.

At the company.

The letters 'A' and 'Z' shine as bright as a torch in the dark.
Entering the premises, many greetings were directed towards me. After simply returning the gesture, I elevated my way towards the top floor. People stare at me, as always. In my office, dropping my bag and grabbing the important file, I barge in the CEO's office, as a spoilt brat I am.
Two heads turned to the door, one of which was the CEO himself and the other, I don't know. They seemed to be discussing something important or that is what it seemed to me. Diverting my gaze from the unknown pair of eyes to my brother who was patiently waiting for my words, I said "Sorry for the intrusion" and walked out, straight to my office.
God, such a forgetful person I have become. Of all things I could forget, why did this be it?
How could I forget? Today was the day of meeting Mr. Danish Emraan, for the collaboration of a new project.
Wait, does that mean that man was Danish Emraan? Such a fine young man, with such sharp eyes. I literally imagined him in his 30's, but he seems to be of my age.
'Great! what a first impression I made' I tell myself.

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am now with Mr. Aziz Faizan, discussing the details of our upcoming project. That is only after reviewing all the necessary information about the Faizans. Well nothing much disturbing, rather than the fact that they have a missing daughter and no information to share about their second daughter. Maybe, because she is not a part of the business or has no interest in it. Neither is it very important, nor can I ignore it. I have instructed my men to find out about her, just in case. It never hurts to be careful.
The information about them seemed normal compared to that of a suspicious business person. Nothing harmful in any of my interests.
The meeting went well. we were just trying to confirm details, of the next meeting at my company, when a person barged in his office. A girl with a file, for the specifications. I looked at her for a few moments before realising my actions. She diverts her gaze and says a sorry and walks out. My gaze lingered at the 'now vacant' spot before continuing the conversation.
After being done, I returned to the company and got busy with work.

A few days later

I read the details about the daughter of the Faizans. Her name is Ata Kashif. She seemed like a travelling person. Left here, at the age of 18 and completed her Bachelor's and Master's in Business Administration in Finland and Spain respectively. Also volunteered for many programs and organisations. Has experience in business.
'But, wait! what am I seeing?'
This girl has certifications of courses in the field of psychology and emergency medical.
'What an odd choice!' I thought.

At the meeting

The presentation went well. Of course it would. I prefer everything to be done in my approvable way. Mr. Aziz seemed impressed but the girl next to him never gave any reaction. This was the same girl who barged in the office, during the last meeting.
We decided to privately talk about the details before Mr. Aziz gets a call and excuses himself, while the girl scans the file before her. Moments later, Mr. Aziz returns and says "Mr. Danish, I am afraid that I can  not stay to talk about the details". I wait for him to continue and he does. "We can't postpone it as well, so I hope you can continue it without me". I looked at him trying to confirm his words, when he pointed towards the girl and said "Ms. Ata here will take the decision on my behalf. I hope that won't be a problem for you".  "Sure." So this girl is Ata Kashif. I didn't imagine this coming.

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Greetings. I hope this finds you and your family in the best of your health and wealth.
Just so you know, every chapter is equally divided into the povs' of Ata and Danish respectively. Short yet focusing ones.
Please, do enjoy this chapter and comment on anything you find unsettling or you can DM @ifa_de_26 on Instagram. I could reason with your words while you wait for the next one🫶🏻
Stay safe and love yourself😉
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