"What am I looking at?" Irfan asked his father the King of wasemer with curiosity. Spread on the antique executive desk, were a series of pictures. All were of an ordinary woman with red unruly curly hair. The sharp arresting feature about her were her eyes, gray no cloud gray that's what Irfan thought. Every picture her eyes were full of emotions, how would one express so much with their eyes, as of Irfan he would never ever change any feature or express emotion. Emotions make you weak and that is definitely what Irfan was not.
Ashar the king frowned at the pictures and looked up at Irfan meeting his strong black eyes. Often the people would just glance and know the resemblance which was very evident. Irfan had been raised to be a run the business since his childhood every moment he was told that, and trained to be where he is now. Asher sighed clearing his throat, as if Irfan had to hear the words he emphasised each word, "
"THAT.IS.AMANDA.COLLINS".
"Collins" Irfan repeated as if to be sure.
"Yes. His father was sharp in saying so.
Collins a very common name, a name that almost every sixth person had, he was as quiet as the sea, would be before the storm. He didn't want to believe that she was by any chance related to Rizwan his late grandfather's patners son who had left the company and the country to be with an American woman and had never turned back, he had heard about him from his grandfather and father. He had always remembered her name very well, when Rizwan their original patners had left, they knew someday would come when they would have to secure the shares Rizwan had held while he left. He had seen pictures of Rizwan and his American wife, both mother and daughter looked alike.
Rozina Collins and Amanda looked just the same. It was not rocket science to guess that they were mother and daughter. One summer when Amanda had come with Nazia Rizwans sister. Rizwan had taken a liking towards her at first it was not much. But at the end he had left all his royal and multimillionaire needs to lead a life away from here with her as his parents had strongly been against his wedding to a small town common girl. Rozina had died in child birth leaving behind this girl and Rizwan had been under depression and passed away after a few months. Amanda was adopted by Rozina Collins sister Violet, who lived an ordinary and simple life. She worked as the head mistress at Baron mount school for years now. She got married and had a son of her own. Irfan knew that Rizwan owned a significant amount of shares he raised his eyebrows looked at his father, "She does look like Rozina and Rizwan. Doesn't she?" He added the last part as if to answer his own question.
Ashar nodded lightly, "Yes yes she does. The last of Rizwans child and no blood stream to follow after that"
Irfan turned and walked to the room length window of his office and stood staring at the sky, a habit he had since his childhood. He knew his father had something more to say and slowly he turned to look at the former CEO staring at him. He quizzically looked at the old man. He could see the wrinkles clearly now. Slowly he said, "Alvin approached our office in Manchester for a job. He's doing his financial management in the university." Asher frowned the second time in an hour gone by. Irfan knew this was not going to end well.
"So?" Irfan asked. "It's just an Availble job in the city of Manchester for a person."
"He may know about Amanda and her shares, which could be an issue for our democracy." The king was now getting annoyed.
Irfan was not aware what his father had been trying to say.
"Alvin has recently got married and will be back in ten days, even though he may not be aware his mother Violet is totally aware of who we are! If you remember well son when Rizwan died he still own 27% of the oil industry shares which is big. Now if you know what I saying is we need to get back what is ours before Alvin or Violet find out or tell Amanda about us. She is to turn 25 in the next eight months and accordingly she will become a 27% of our share holder list." Before they plan on selling it to someone else. Hence we need to act fast...
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The Prince Without A Heart.
RomanceIrfan was a not an ordinary millionaire he was also a prince. A prince who owned the most pertigious post any man at the age of 32 would only dream of. He owns the oil industry the biggest in the world would do whatever it would take to save his bu...