love by chance

chapter 13

A few minutes after Nadiya finished her soup, her phone rang. She checked the screen and was surprised to see Amrah's name flashing on the screen.

"Amrah?" she said, raising an eyebrow. "I wonder what she wants."

Her sister Nouf looked at her curiously. "Who's Amrah?"

Nadiya hesitated for a moment before answering. "She's my other boss. I don't know what she wants, but I should probably answer it."

Nouf nodded, and Nadiya picked up the call. "Hello?"

"Hi, Nadiya," Amrah's voice was crisp and professional. "I need to see you in the office now. Can you come right away?"

Nadiya was taken aback. "Now? But I'm not even supposed to be working today..."

"I don't care about that," Amrah interrupted. "I need to see you now. It's urgent."

Nadiya hesitated, feeling a sense of unease. "Okay, I'll be right there."

As she hung up the call, Nouf looked at her with concern. "What's going on? You look worried."

Nadiya shook her head. "I don't know. Amrah wants to see me in the office now. I have no idea what it's about."

Nouf's expression turned serious. "Well, you'd better go then. She's your boss, after all."

Nadiya nodded, feeling a sense of resignation. She got up and went to find her parents, who were in the living room.

"Mom, Dad, I have to go to the office," she said, trying to sound calm. "Amrah wants to see me."

Her mother looked up from her book, concerned. "What's going on, dear? You're not even supposed to be working today."

Nadiya shook her head. "I don't know. Amrah didn't say. But I have to go."

Her father nodded. "Okay, dear. Be careful. And don't worry, we'll be here if you need us."

Nadiya smiled weakly and hugged her parents. "Thanks, Mom and Dad. I'll be back soon."

As she left the house, Nouf called out after her. "Good luck, sis! You'll need it."

Nadiya smiled and waved goodbye, feeling a sense of trepidation about what lay ahead.

As Nadiya entered Amrah's office, she was greeted by the sight of her boss sitting behind her desk, a look of disdain on her face. Before Nadiya could even sit down, Amrah spoke up, her voice dripping with arrogance.

"Stay standing, Nadiya," she said, her eyes narrowing. "I don't want you to get too comfortable in my presence."

Nadiya felt a surge of anger at Amrah's tone, but she bit back her retort and remained standing, her eyes fixed on the floor.

"So, Nadiya," Amrah began, her voice dripping with venom. "I've been hearing rumors about you and Irfan. I know all about your little 'accident' in the office, and how he helped you out."

Nadiya's eyes flashed up to meet Amrah's, a spark of defiance in them. "What's it to you?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Amrah sneered at her. "You're a low-class girl, Nadiya," she spat. "You come from a middle-class family, and you have no business meddling in the affairs of people like Irfan and me."

Nadiya felt a stinging sensation in her eyes as tears began to form. She had never been spoken to like this before, and she didn't know how to react.

"I know girls like you," Amrah continued, her voice dripping with contempt. "Girls who trap rich guys like Irfan and steal their money. You're a gold-digger, Nadiya, and you have no class."