Chapter 16
Amina stood outside Omar's office, her heart racing with anticipation. She took a deep breath, smoothing her modest dress, a pale blue hijab framing her face.
As she entered, Omar's piercing gaze met hers.
"Welcome, Amina. Please, sit."
Amina settled into the plush chair, her hands clasped together.
"I trust you're aware of your role as my personal assistant," Omar began, his tone professional.
"Yes, sir."
Omar outlined her responsibilities, from managing his schedule to handling confidential documents.
"Discretion is paramount," he emphasized. "You'll have access to sensitive information."
Amina nodded, her mind absorbing every word.
"As my PA, you'll be expected to travel with me, attend meetings, and take minutes."
Omar handed her a thick folder.
"Review these documents. Familiarize yourself with the company's current projects."
Amina accepted the folder, her fingers brushing against his.
The spark was undeniable.
"Next week, Monday, you'll start work," Omar announced. "Be here at 8 am sharp."
Amina nodded.
"Any questions?" Omar asked.
"None, sir."
Omar's gaze lingered on hers.
"I expect professionalism at all times, Amina. No exceptions."
The tension was palpable.
As Amina left the office, she felt a mix of excitement and trepidation.
The weekend passed in a blur.
Monday morning dawned.
Amina woke at 6:00 am, performing her morning supplications.
"Alhamdu lillahi rabbil 'alamin..." (Praise be to Allah, Lord of the universe)
She took a refreshing bath, performed wudhu, and began her salat.
After her prayers, Amina recited her morning azkar.
"Allahu la ilaha illa huwa alhayyu alqayyum..." (There is no God but Allah, the Ever-Living, the Self-Sustaining)
She dressed modestly – a cream-colored, long-sleeved blouse with subtle lace trim, paired with a dark gray, full-length, A-line skirt that fell to her ankles.
Her pale blue hijab framed her heart-shaped face, secured with a delicate silver pin.
Amina's hands were adorned with a minimalist silver wristwatch and a delicate, crystal-encrusted bracelet. Her ears wore simple, elegant silver studs.
Her feet slipped into black, low-heeled pumps, polished to perfection.
Amina's makeup was understated – light foundation, subtle blush, defined eyebrows, and a soft, pink lip gloss.
She spritzed on her signature perfume, "Chanel Chance," its subtle citrus scent lingering.
Her bag was a sleek, black leather tote, adorned with a silver buckle and a delicate, crystal-embellished charm.
As she finished dressing, Amina surveyed herself in the mirror.
Her reflection showed a poised, confident woman.
With a final check of her outfit, Amina grabbed her bag and headed downstairs.
Her breakfast consisted of scrambled eggs, whole wheat toast, and fresh fruit.
At 7:30 am, Amina left the house.
The drive to Al-Fayed Industries took twenty-five minutes.
At 7:55 am, Amina arrived.
She entered through a separate door, leading to her mini office.
The space was cozy, with a desk, chair, and bookshelf.
Amina settled in, ready to begin her new role.
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chronicles of Amina
Romantizmchronicles of Amina follows the journey of Amina, a young and ambitious high school student, as she navigates the ups and downs of adolescence. From the halls of her school to the depths of her own heart, Amina faces challenges that test her courage...
