As Xavier left, Arman mulled over the implications of their conversation, his mind racing with thoughts of the upcoming birthday celebration and the potential ramifications of attending.
Sensing an opportunity, he swiftly reached for his phone, dialing his assistant's number with a sense of urgency.
"Aariz,"
he greeted, his voice brisk yet composed.
"Do we have any important meetings scheduled for today?"
Aariz quickly checked the calendar before responding.
"No, sir,"
he replied,
"today's schedule is clear."
Arman nodded to himself, a plan already forming in his mind.
"Good,"
he said decisively.
"Reschedule any appointments we have for today to tomorrow. And cancel any non-essential meetings altogether."
James hesitated for a moment, surprised by the sudden change in plans.
"Are you sure, sir?"
he inquired, seeking clarification.
"Yes, I'm sure,"
Arman confirmed, his tone leaving no room for argument.
"I have other matters to attend to today. Make the necessary arrangements."
With that, he hung up the phone and rose from his desk.
Arman's footsteps echoed in the corridors of the Shaikh headquarters as he made his way towards the exit, the invitation to Marco's birthday party weighing heavy in his hand.
His mind churned with thoughts of the upcoming event and the underlying tensions that often accompanied gatherings within the underworld.
Navigating through the maze of alleys and streets, Arman eventually arrived at the warehouse where Rahim oversaw the family's operations.
The imposing structure loomed before him, a testament to the Shaikh's influence and power within the city.
Entering the warehouse, Arman's eyes adjusted to the dim lighting as he scanned the bustling activity within.
Workers bustled about, loading and unloading crates of goods, their movements swift and purposeful.
Spotting Rahim engrossed in inspecting the incoming supplies, Arman made his way towards him with purposeful strides.
As he approached, he held out the invitation to Marco's birthday party, his expression unreadable.
"Rahim,"
he called out, his voice cutting through the ambient noise of the warehouse.
"I have something important to discuss with you."
Rahim turned to face his brother, his brow furrowing in curiosity at the serious tone in Arman's voice.
"What is it, Arman?"
he asked, his gaze locking with his brother's.
Arman hesitated for a moment, gathering his thoughts before speaking.
"It's about Marco's birthday party,"
he began, his tone measured yet filled with an underlying sense of urgency.
"I know we've been avoiding these gatherings lately, but I think it's important that we attend this one."
Rahim arched an eyebrow in surprise at his brother's words, a hint of skepticism coloring his features.
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Descent into Darkness:Rahim Shaikh Saga
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