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The morning sun cast a warm glow on Irfan's opulent bedroom as his team of maids bustled around him, each focused on their tasks. They moved with practiced efficiency, working in harmony to prepare their employer for the day ahead.
"Be careful with that," Irfan snapped at one maid who was adjusting his tie. "I expect perfection." One maid carefully ironed Irfan's shirt, ensuring not a single wrinkle remained, while another adjusted the knot of his tie to perfection. A third maid polished his shoes, buffing them until they gleamed, and a fourth held his suit jacket at the ready. "Make sure those shoes are spotless," Irfan commanded, eyeing the maid's work critically. As Irfan stood in the center of the flurry of activity, he took a moment to admire the reflection of his impeccable appearance in the mirror. Just as he was about to slip on his suit jacket, a maid entered the room, balancing a tray with a steaming cup of coffee. "Ah, just in time," Irfan said, the hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. But in an instant, disaster struck. The maid's foot caught on the edge of the plush carpet, sending the tray flying. The hot coffee splashed across Irfan's pristine white shirt and suit jacket, staining the expensive fabric. "You fool!" Irfan bellowed, his face contorted with rage. "How could you be so clumsy?" The maid, trembling with fear, stammered, "I-I'm so sorry, sir! It was an accident!" Without hesitation, Irfan struck the man, his hand connecting with the maid's cheek in a resounding slap. The maid stumbled back, a red mark blossoming on his face as tears of pain and humiliation sprang to his eyes. "Please, sir," the maid begged, "I'll clean it right away! I didn't mean to-" Irfan's eyes blazed with fury as he took in the ruined garments. "You've ruined my entire morning, you ingrate! Get out of my sight before I do something I regret." As the maid fled the room, sobbing, the other maids exchanged worried glances. One of them dared to speak up, "Sir, we can still fix this. We'll have a new suit ready for you in no time." Irfan's gaze snapped to the brave maid, his eyes still burning with anger. "See to it that you do," he growled. "I expect nothing less than perfection, and I won't tolerate incompetence." As the maids set about fixing the situation, Irfan stormed out of the room, his mood darkened by the unfortunate mishap. The morning's serenity had been shattered, and the air hung heavy with the consequences of one careless mistake.
As Irfan fumed over the ruined suit, the door to his room swung open to reveal his cousin sister, Amrah. Who's dressed in a beautiful blue gawn walked into irfan's room.
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Her eyes quickly assessed the scene, taking in the distraught maids and the tension that hung heavy in the air. "Irfan," Amrah said, her voice laced with urgency, "we need to leave for the meeting. We can't afford to be late." Irfan shot her a withering glare, his anger still simmering just below the surface. "I'm well aware of the time, Amrah," he snapped, "but it seems my staff is utterly incapable of performing their duties without incident." Amrah's gaze softened, her eyes flitting briefly to the maids before returning to her cousin. "Accidents happen, Irfan," she said calmly. "I'm sure they didn't mean to-" "I don't care what they meant to do," Irfan interrupted, his voice cold. "Their incompetence has put us behind schedule, and that is unacceptable." Amrah took a deep breath, clearly choosing her next words with care. "I understand your frustration, but we can't let this delay us any further. The meeting is crucial, and our presence is required. Please, get changed, and let's be on our way." Irfan seemed to consider her words for a moment before giving a curt nod. "Fine," he said, his tone still clipped. "But I expect this mess to be sorted by the time we return." Amrah breathed a sigh of relief as Irfan stormed out of the room, presumably to change into a new suit. With a sympathetic glance at the maids, she followed her cousin, determined to keep the day on track despite the rocky start. As the door closed behind them, the maids let out a collective breath, relieved that the worst of Irfan's wrath had passed. They exchanged knowing looks, wordlessly communicating their shared understanding of their employer's high expectations and short temper. With renewed focus, they set about cleaning up the mess and preparing for the rest of the day.
