"I know you are hiding there,come out! " came a familiar, harsh voice. It seemed as if it was a male voice.
Ya allah, please, it should not be mr. Harper. Please, please, please. .... if we get caught--
No! I dont want to go to jail at this age!
Ugh! I feel like crying. It's all zahir's fault. After all, it was his idea to sneak into this hell.
I got so angy at him that i purposely stepped on his feet.
"Ow" he cried.
Uh oh. Another stupid move! Did I have to be so childish?
The footsteps neared as the person called out "who's there?"
My breath hitched as I crept inside the corner into the darkness.
The person tried to switch on the lights but the lights didn't switch on.
"What is wrong with this" he muttered as he tapped on the switch furiously.
At this point i heaved a breath of relief because I was confirmed that it wasnt mr. Harper. But who else could it be.
All of a sudden a light flashed on my face and i had to close my eyes because the light hurt them.
" husna?" The persons voice was filled with surprise and shock.
I tried opening my eyes to see who the familiar voice belongs to, but the torch he was holding was too near my eyes. I swatted the torch away and to my surprise it was just whom i had expected - the only person who calls me 'husna'- Mark a.k.a. my receptionist mate. He handles the staff when I'm not there.
" Mark? what are you doing here? " I asked him.
" You both know each other?" Asked a bewildered Zahir.
" you! shut up! You're grounded. And dont ever talk to me again. You almost got me caught in a crime of THEFT!" I yelled on top of my lungs.
He glared at me. "Not 'I', 'WE'!" He yelled back.
" if you dont keep your voices down all the four of us will be happily making our way to jail" Mark sarcastically said.
But wait-
"Four?"
Zahir and I said in unison and I glared at him for speaking. He just ignored me.
" yeah, I'm here to help my friend here" he said moving aside to reveal his friend which was........
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Ha! A cliffhanger! Yay!
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