Chapter 3 : The playboy

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It's a new day , the weather is marvelous with just a little snowflakes .  
Second day , already second . Still I'm outside the building , same old story as yesterday but slaying in different clothes.
 A classic black dress just seems so much more glamorous when created in lace with a black legging not to forget the red high heels and my silk hijab . 

Okay I've not yet got into the whole atmosphere 

But still I'm doing okay . Alhamdullilah I whispered in a little voice . 

To be sincere with myself , I am damn afraid of the boss . 
It's my first job and I should be confident but after whatever I saw yesterday , whatever happened to Hessa , I'm already trembling thinking of him . 

Ya Allah , help me . 

I entered the building with a big smile , ready to tackle the journey . 

But always , something has to be wrong with me . One of the worse things is about to happen . 


Everyone is aware that Mr Ezra is a damn playboy . I shook my head making like as if I don't know anything . 
After I just sat down , Hessa just passes by and whisper , Mr Ezra need you right now . 

I'm like - Uhhh okay . 

What have I done wrong this time ? 
Ya Allah why always me 
Questions running through my mind . 
I hope everything is good . 
Allah save me please . 


I knocked at the door and heard a rough voice saying you may come in 

I push the door with a little effort and got in , lowering my gaze . I saw trophies on the other side , shining his office with pride and dignity . 
Miss Montez - 
Sarah please only Sarah I said in a low smooth voice . 
Well Sarah you're extremely gorgeous I must admit . 

Uhhhhhhhh thank you Sir . 
My cheeks went red in no matter of time . 
Don't blush Sarah . 
I ain't blushing  !!!!!!  - a little voice muttered inside of me - shut up Sarah it's your  boss . 

Ya Allah why is he staring at me so much . 
He came behind me and caressed my hijaab . 

Don't you dare touch my hijaab I said in a strong voice . 
Well Keep calm Sarah said Mr Ezra while laughing at me . 
I felt uncomfortable and weird . Ya Allah where have you put me ? 

Why the well are you yelling Sarah ? It's not like I'm gonna take off your freaking hijaab . 

Sir to be honest this hijaab is considered to be sacred for me . 
So do you think I'm gonna take it off Sarah ? 
Sarah : Sir please 
Mr Ezra : Well young lady if you wish I can ripped that hijaab off from your damn head . 
Sarah : Astaghfirullah , how dare you ? 
Mr Ezra : What you just said ? Rephrase please you sexy lady . I can see you hide much naughtiness underneath that hijaab and your freaking sexy dress . You're so gorgeous . 
Sarah : Sir please , I can leave this job right now . I'm not the one you think I am . 
Mr Ezra : Then I can make you be the one I want you to be . 
Sarah : Sorry ? 
Mr Ezra : Enough for today you naughty girl . You may leave . 


I rushed out as fast as I could . 
Hessa saw me , tears in my eyes . At lunch time she approached to me and asking me about the matter . 
I told her that Mr Ezra was a bit harsh to me , nothing about the intimacy conversation . She told me to be strong and not to mind his words as he's a real playboy . 

I went home that day , still freaking out , disturbed and petrified . 
Still convincing myself that Mr Ezra is not really like that . I must have been mistaken perhaps . 

Why did Hessa said he's a playboy ? Is he really ? Well so many questions running through my mind . I don't even know what happened to me on that day . 
How dared he to touch my hijaab ! 
May he rote in hell . I want to leave this job mama ! 

My mom giving me a head massage trying to calm me down . She even prepared my favorite dish the famous mac and cheese . 
I got to bed early . 
waiting for the following day . 

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