What the heart never forgets (On hold )

Chapter 9 - What the heart never forgets

Chapter 9

Peter’s POV

I had to laugh to myself, Sasha had texted me like million times today and yesterday thanking me for fighting the dragon off her. She is actually going to visit Cecile and mom had agreed as long as she could borrow my car. She didn’t want her to drive the small Beetle on the snowy roads. I could agree with mom on that one.

So she had just been her in a flash to change car keys, terrified that mom would change her mind. So now she was off to Cecile in my baby, my Ford Escape. But with the four-wheel drive she would be safer on the icy roads this afternoon.

In a minute or two I would meet Mr. Ali Bashir and his son, dad and me were going to have a general meeting with them today. To see if they agreed on the family lawyer we’ve found for them and stuff like that.

What if its like meeting two mafia bosses I speculated to myself? I was in the kitchen hock making me a cup of coffee and munching on an apple when a young man interrupted me.

“Hi, are you Mr. Peter Harrington?” he asks me in a deep voice.

“Yeah, what can I help you with?” I ask him, he didn’t appear to fit in here. Dressed casual in jeans and a sweater, maybe he was the new trainee Mrs. Gray had picked to train, but the trainee should not start her until after New Year.

“I was told to come and get you by Mr. David Harrington. He said you probably was in here,” he smiles at me and extend his hand “I’m Aziz Bashir by the way” he introduce him self to me with a smile. I noticed he was my height, I thought people from the Middle East was short, like his father was. He had dark hair and a bit darker skin then my pail one; I assume he likes sports because his body was well built, but not massive like a bodybuilder. He seemed to relax to be a player, but I guess the girls were fighting over him because he was definitively what was called handsome. But his voice was the biggest surprise he had a deep bass voice. Okay so he looked nothing like I had pictured, nothing similar to a mini mafia boss, but like someone I could easily befriend.

I shake his hand “Nice to meet you, do you want a cup of coffee or is there anything else I can get you before we go to the meeting?” I ask him

“No thanks, I’m cool!” he answers

“Okay, lets go then” I say and take with me my cup of coffee to the meeting room even if I know it’ll be coffee, sodas and snacks ready for us on the table.

Mr. Ali Bashir was as intimidating as I remembered him, but as the meeting proceeded I got a better view of the man. He appeared loving toward his family and supported his son in the fact that he believed that his wife was still alive. But as Mr. Ali Bashir pointed out it was a slim chance she was alive, but he would support his son in fighting against the Adams getting her declared dead no matter what he believed because he as a father would stand by his son.

Aziz looked distressed and not pleased with his father for pointing out the harsh facts, and his father was not a man to beat around the bushes. He was to the point of cruelness in his honesty. I felt sympatric with Aziz throughout many of his father’s references to the facts he presented, but as a lawyer they where to great assess for us, because he filled in on information without emotions.

They agreed on the family lawyer we had as a first choice for them and then Aziz had enough and excused himself.

“Let him go, this is exceptionally hard on him. We talked about it on the plane trip and he knows I had to tell you guys all the hard facts. I don’t like it either, she was like a daughter to me and I miss her every day.” Mr. Ali Bashir says and looks sad. “And to make the it worse she would have turned 22 years old today.” He says and dries a tear that escapes from the corner of his eye.