The hearts desires; dangers of desire

Part two- dangerous desires

Ammar

"Faruk get everything ready for the meeting, i'll be right back I gotta take this call" he nodded as he arranged the files on the meeting desk and I excused my self out of the office.

I picked up Nabeel's call for the fifth time today. I kept on putting my phone on flight mode cus of how busy I was, but now at least I've got a minute to spare. " afwaan I'm sorry" i started off with. He sighed. "I've just been so busy. I'm sorry" I said to him.

"You really don't have time for family right?" He sounded like a dad scolding his 16 year old son. "I'm sorry dude" I said to him. "Well, I was calling to let you know that your visa has been approved, I'll send it via email, now all you need is your ticket". I released a sigh of relief at the great news "MashaAllah, it seems I'm coming to Nigeria then" I rejoiced with him.

"Yeah yeah. Don't forget to bring me them Ajwa   Dates and expensive Arabian perfumes okay? Else I'm gonna return you back to your Dubai People" he teased. We both laughed through the phone. "I certainly won't forget". "Oh, and I can also get you a hot Nigerian girl you can take home with you, them girls here are pretty fine you know. And would kill for a guy like you" he said. "MashaAllah, MashaAllah" We both giggled.

I felt a light tap on my shoulder. I turned around and I saw Faruk signaling that the business men have arrived. "Oh, I'm coming" I whispered to him. He nodded and left. "What was that?" Nabeel said "oh, uhm, I gotta go, I've got a meeting to attend" I said. "Ugh, everytime-" I didn't even let him finish cus I knew he was gonna generate another topic. So I hung up and rushed to the meeting room.

It was filled with mighty and wealthy Arabian men. These men would kill a hundred people and still get away with it. The painfullest part was that all of them were old men who still had interest in getting big time money. I had the urge to slap all their faces, but their intimidating body guards would skin me alive.

"Salam" I greeted them all and all of them responded with nods. Okay, so this is what we're dealing with. I took my seat and adjusted my collar. "When's the money part gonna come?" One of them quickly said. He was no stranger to me. Mr Az'am. I smiled nervously at his stupid hideous question and face.

"So we are all aware that we had a recent oil theft in the lands last week, which we are still looking into" I started off "and this problem we are facing has caused a great damage to this company, and myself" I added. "What we need from all of you are investments" I said and all of them raised both their brows. Do they plan these creepy things?.

"You want us to invest in the recovery of the company?" Mr Az'am said with his fingers on his bearded chin. "Yes exactly" . He nodded "and then what do we get in return?" Mr Fam'ud said. "You get shares of the company, and also ten percent of any profit made" I said.

My words made them all lean forward as If they would hear me better if they did. "Ai! You young boy! Give us forty five percent" Mr Khaleed yelled a bit. Like he always did, the greediest and loudest of them all. "Forty what?!" I smirked in perplexity. "Five! khamsa!(meaning five in Arabic)" He mixed his Arabic into the English.

I smiled at him in the most polite way possible "that's too much sir" I said to him. "Well you see we are quite a lot here Ammar, how about twenty five percent?" Mr Hashmir the only Indian among them said. Although he based here in Dubai for a long time.

"Sincerely what I can give is highest, twenty" I said to them. They all stared into my soul. "Okay, we are keen to start this deal Mr Ammar. Well played" Mr Fam'ud reached out for a handshake. That sounded like more of a threat than a done deal. I smiled as I shook him and shook all the others.

After discussing all the terms and conditions, they finally left my damn office. I sighed and leaned back at my seat as soo many thoughts ran through my head. Now really what I need is a vacation. All this trouble needs to leave ASAP.