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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The intercom rings on my desk and I pick it up.
"There is a delivery from Mr. Smith from New Zealand." Aymen's voice carries through the speaker.
"Send it to the accounts department for check clearance."
"Alright." She replies. "Also..." There is a shuffling sound and she says in a hushed voice. "Please tell your arrogant, nose-in-air assistant to stop giving me orders."
I sigh, leaning on the desk. "What did he said now?"
"He thinks he can order around? Who the heck does he thinks he is? Yesterday he told me, my work is not upto the mark!" She huffs angrily. "Tell him, he is your assistant that does not mean he can boss me."
"Maybe you did do tiny mistake..?"
She gasps. "He got that in your head too!"
"No, no!" I rush out. "You are amazing, dear cousin. I will scold Ali for bossing you."
"You better." She takes a breath and then says in a sweet voice. "Oh she is here."
I don't need to ask which 'she' is she referring to.
"Great." I say keeping the phone back.
I watch through the narrow blinds of my office, waiting for her to walk outside the elevator.
Three minutes later she walks out, a chart holder hanging on one shoulder and on the other, a laptop bag which she borrowed from the IT department.
She does not acknowledge anyone on her way and walks towards her desk.
Before sitting down on her seat, like always her eyes flit towards my office. Although the blinds were closed, she looked at me like she knew I was there watching her.
Like I was doing from the past four days.
After that day at Eman's house, I thought about Manar the whole night.
We were talking pretty normally, I don't know what caused her to upset, whatever it was, it didn't sat well with me.
The thought that something which I said or did made her upset, made me want to punch the wall until the skin of my knuckles were raw and reddened.
I am very well aware something is wrong with me. I have never felt the need to inflict violence on myself because of someone.
That's why I decided to avoid Manar. It wasn't easy on my part but I had to, for her.
When I didn't slept last night, I came up with the thought that it was me who showed constant interest towards her. She didn't.
And whenever she looks at me, her mismatched eyes holds a certain emotion which tells me something about me resents her.
What did I do? Or someone who resembled like me did something to her? Or was it me?
Manar always caught me looking at her, but she didn't had the chance to speak about it because she was too busy in her project.
