SILVER LINING

Chapter 11

Salaam Sweetheart's,

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'There is no point in waiting any longer,' The receptionist flashed her a irritated look.

'But -- it's important.'

'It doesn't matter. I did warn you that Mr. Ahmed wouldn't be available as he's exceptionally busy during office hours.'

Zera had considered visiting his house but after the previous incident she did not possess the heart to step inside the territory and however Sameera had left too.

She had to see him. It seemed like she couldn't control her anxiety anymore. She needed to confide about the Journal to someone and after a whole night of thinking she had decided to make Izaan her ally.

However, she wasn't going to confide everything just like that. First she would have to make sure that he is trustworthy and only then she planned to make the next move.

She inhaled deeply to calm herself and began contemplating better ideas to achieve her goal.

Her breakfast was left behind untouched as she couldn't swallow a single morsel without feeling nauseous. The more she thought about the Journal and the green bag the more sick she felt.

On the dot of time, she had entered the Ahmed group of companies. Five hours on, she was still on the ground floor of a twenty-six storey building. Perhaps it was naive of her to hope that he would meet her, but unfortunately she held no other choice.

Her surroundings reeked of expense and elegance, even the receptionist wore a mantle of superiority, Zera glanced at her old abaya and felt completely out of place. She tried to smoothen the fabric with her palms, trying to make it look a little more appealing, but the act resulted in vain.

'Miss khan?' It was the receptionist again. 'If you are prepared to wait for a few more hours, Mr Ahmed may be able to see you. It's not definite though so don't get your hopes high,' She warned, 'His secretary is trying to squeeze you in before nightfall.'

Ironically, that condescension sent fury hurling through Zera's viens and she replied through clenched teeth, 'How very kind of him.'

'You can wait on the top floor outside his office,' She was told frigidly.

As she walked through the office the whole atmosphere made her feel more nervous and she began scolding herself internally for her foolish decision of meeting Izaan.

As she entered the top floor, a woman in black suit looked her over covertly. All the wait and lack of food had taken a toll on her and she appeared a complete mess. Perspiration beaded her forehead and she wiped it away clumsily.

The woman smirked at her and it took a lot of her willpower to not turn on her heels and make a clean exit. By the end of another few hours, she was a limp rag. All her carefully thought out opening speech and follow ups seemed to have deserted her. By now, she was convinced, that this was the most idiotic decision of her entire life.