Unlike Poles

Chapter Four

Up in the media box is one of my fave songs Team by Lorde, it is so nice and inspiring.

"Its good to have you here ya sadiqi," Yasir smiled widely at Farid, "its been dull without you man, can you imagine even Ali admitted to it."

Yasir, Farid and Ali had been friends since kindergarten. While Ali decided to stay in Sharjah, Farid and Yasir went to UK to complete their studies.

"Its good to be here too Yar, I'm very happy that you transferred me to the Sharjah branch."

Yasir then took him on a tour around the bank. He introduced him to the staff, assigned him a P.A then took him back to his office where he was showing him some records.

"So tell me, how are you enjoying Sharjah?" Farid asked.

"Its amazing, after almost a decade of being away, it seems changed to me."

"Yeah, the weather here beats the constant rain and clouds in London," Farid then sat upright as if he remembered something, "Aha! I remember, I heard from Samson that there's a new vice-president?"

Yasir nodded, "yes."

"Who is he?"

"You mean who is she?"

He watched half-amused as his friend's eyes enlarged, "a female vice-president, surprising. Who is she then?"

"Her name is Mumtaaz Mansuri," Yasir answered, keeping his tone neutral while his heart hammered at the mention of her name, "she's the former president's daughter."

"Mr Mansuri has a daughter, I didn't know. How is she, is she a slave-driver, bossy, lazy, annoying?" Farid wanted to know.

She's.......perfect Yasir thought then he shook his head, ya Allah, where did that come from?"

"She's......"

He was interrupted by the door which opened with force. Mumtaaz Mansuri entered.

She had a frown on her face and her face was as red as the blazer she was wearing. Yasir couldn't help but think how cute she looked all flushed with anger. That was before she opened her mouth:

"How dare you Yasir Iskandar Ibrahim!"

"Assalamu alaikum Mumtaaz Mansuri."

"Wa alaikumu salam, who do you think you are?"

"Farid," Yasir turned to a shocked Farid and introduced, "this is Mumtaaz Mansuri, the new vice-president, Mumtaaz this is Farid Amin, my close friend and the new director of the bank, he's been transferred from the London branch."

If only I had a camera Yasir thought amusedly as he saw the changes that occured in Mumtaaz's face. Her frown disappeared and gave way for confusion and shock before she managed a small smile, "marhaba."

"Marhaba," Farid's smile was enormous, it covered his whole face, "nice to meet you Mumtaaz Mansuri."

After exchanging niceties, she took her leave but not before giving Yasir a smoldering look that said, 'we'll finish this later.'

"And that," Yasir said as the door closed behind Mumtaaz, "is Mumtaaz Mansuri, the new vice-president of Al-Emrat bank, daughter of Haris Mansuri."

"Masha Allah!" Farid exclaimed awestruck by Mumtaaz's sudden appearance, "she's amazing. So beautiful, classy and.....is she married?"

Yasir shot his friend a shell-shocked look, "you think she's amazing?"

"Yeah she is, is she married?" Farid asked again his eyes glinting with what looked like acute interest.