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He was awake the whole night. He has to complete the presentation for the new project which will give a huge profit to the company, The Ibraheem's.
He was the only son of Hanzala Ibraheem, Javaad Ibraheem, The heir to The Ibraheems. He had great responsibilities on his shoulder since he was 15. He had been working hard for 7 years, and now he is 22.
He rose from his chair and rubbed his eyes. He went towards the window and opened it to let the cold wind from outside chilled his spine.
A smile settled on his lips.
'Winters'. He whispered.
He liked this season. It reflects power, victory, coldness, loneliness, and privacy.
He felt contended. Winters reflect an emotionless feeling.
He unbuttoned his creased shirt and went to his bathroom. His turquoise eyes looked tired and devoid of any emotions.
He took a bath and chaNgedd into his black tuxedo. He put his rolex watch on his wrist.
He tousled his hair and then made them proper.
He took his laptop bag and his mobile phone . he unlocked his phone and called his PA.
He gave the necessary instructions and went out the room.
The only woman WHO was in her life was sitting and having breakfast.
'Good morning.' She said taking a sip from her juice.
'Good morning to you too.' He replied in a monotonous tone.
'So, i hope you are working on the project with enthusiasm'. She asked with authority.
'Yes. It is almost completed.' He replied in the same tone.
'Good. After completing that, i have something which you ought to do.' He groaned. She is always like that. Always giving him orders to do this or that. He is not used to take orders from anyone. He is the boss. He gave orders. But he needs to listen to this woman, Mrs. Surayya, his step mother.
She was the only one which he could consider as his family.
He owe her, as she is always telling him that. She was there when hid father died when he was just 13. She took care of him, and helped him to overcome the grief.
She motivated him to run the company at such a small age. Although., she was the one handling all the affairs of the company. Till Now she used to do that. But now he doesn't like her interference.
Although, deep inside his heart he knows why she was always there for her, he didn't want that to come out.
He finished his breakfast , said adieu to his step mother and went to his garage.
He took a quick glance .
'Lamborghini'. He ordered his driver.
He was the owner of the best and expensive cars. The driver immediately followed the instructions snd he was now in the car, taking small glances of the outside.
His phone went off. He saw the caller ID and he smirked.
03-24-2016
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