Forever His

Chapter 26: Stalking?

Shahmeer's POV:

She asked too many questions. Or too many questions about Farjaad. I wouldn't let him go until he had proof he was innocent, which of course he didn't. I looked to my left to see her looking out the window, silently. She looked empty. Lost. Not that I cared, of course.

"I didn't think you'd actually be quiet when I told you to." She just glared at me and turned back to the window.

"I didn't think you'd get so mad about it." She sounded empty and lost too. Great day for me.

"It hurts when someone betrays you, Mahnoor."

"No one knows that better than me." Didn't see that coming.

"Then you should try to understand."

"It's not about understanding. It's about knowing. I know Farjaad well enough to know he wouldn't do that."

"I've known him for more than 10 years. You only met him 2 weeks ago." I wasn't hurt about what he did. I was just shook that Farjaad would ever do such a thing. 

"You aren't a policeman for God's sake. You can't arrest people or become a judge and decide what you do with them."

"I always get my way." That was a fact.

She didn't reply to my statement and I didn't make a new one either. I parked the car in the reserved spot and we made our way inside.

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We were inside my office and she sat on the couch and started scrolling on her phone. I powered on my laptop, signed in and opened my emails to see responses from the investors I had meetings with. 

*knock on the door*

"Come in."

"Good morning, Sir." It was one of the workers who's on the finance floor.

"Morning. What brings you here?"

"Sir, we're having problems with the finance and budget departments."

"Then do something about it?" I have a lot to do myself.

"Sir, Mr Farjaad is head of the department so he does it for us but I don't think he's in today."

"Well he won't be coming. And you're in the F & D department with 109 other people. What's the point of hiring you?" There's 110 people in the department if Farjaad isn't in and they couldn't figure it out? He's always sitting in the canteen anyway.

"Apologies, Sir. We'll get started right away."

"Apologies, my foot." I murmur underneath my breath.

"Pardon?"

"Nothing. Go." He speed-walked to the door and left. I loved the effect I had on people.

"What was that for?" I turned to see My wife staring at my soul. I also loved the effect I had on her.

"What was what?"

"What you just said? 'Apologies, my foot.' Seriously?" She mocked my deep voice.

"I'm quite serious."

"And why were you being so harsh? Let a man live."

"We live to work." That was my motto. You shouldn't have any other distraction in life. Goal 1. Work     Goal 2. Work     Goal 3. Work

"No. You work to live." Sometimes I didn't understand whether she was being sarcastic or not with her words.

"I despise your ideologies, love."

"First of all, I don't care. Second, I could say the same." She didn't care about many things. That was a fact. But in these past few weeks, I have realised one thing. She is a big people pleaser. Except for me. She will go out of her way to make others happy, whether that puts her in danger. Concerns me quite a bit.

"Fair enough."

"And also, I can help with the...Finance and Budget issues. I study business if you forgot. Might aswell put it to some use."

"How do I know I can trust you?"

"First, there's 110 other people so not a chance I can do something wrong. Second, I'll do anything to not have to be in the same room as you." I thought about it for a minute. I have cameras so I'll know if she's doing something wrong. I also have control over all the devices in the office so it won't be that difficult.

"Fine."

"YAY!" She squealed with excitement. 

"Don't get too excited. I have controls and access to every device in this building and I have cameras everywhere." Except the toilets.

"I won't do anything, gosh. You're so paranoid."

"I'm not paranoid. I'm just cautious."

"Whatever, I better get going. Bye bye." And with that, she was gone. The room felt cold. Incomplete. Missing.  

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I had responded to the investors and opened the CCTV cameras in the department she was in. She was on one of the monitors, typing away. A few people were standing beside her, watching what she was doing. Like me. Was I stalking her? I quickly looked away from my computer only to find myself slowly turning my head back to the computer screen. What is wrong with me?