THE TALE OF SARAH

Chapter Ten

Dedicated to 1DsGurl25

Hamad was frustrated. The head of his division in the company he worked in was sick and confined to the hospital. Ugh. The most annoying part? He was next to him in rank and post. He was his vice, deputy, assistant, mention it. So both the work of the head and the deputy were given to him. Too much for one person. To top that, they were already engaged in a contract. His boss just chose the best time to be sick.

Today was Friday, and he was actually looking forward to it, unlike the days that preceded it. That was because he will be meeting with his friends after the Jum'ah service. He could boast about his progress in completing the challenge he was given by them, that too along with time. But oh, was he wrong.

This time around, they were to meet at a park whose environment was serene. They were to be seated round a round wooden bench which had a wooden table in center. He got there early.

The way everyone one of them treated him with disgust or downgrade every time he greeted them did not go unnoticed by him. They treated him as if he wasn't one of them.

Once upon a time, these very people were his very good friends.

He had been frustrated and somehow hoped to pour it out at this meeting, but how was that supposed to happen if they were like this? He was loosing it. He struggled to keep his calm composure.

"Hey is anyone keeping up with the English premier league?" Prince started.

"Everybody's occupied with work these days." Musa replied.

"Sup guys." Ali said as he approached where the rest were seated. He was the last to arrive.

"Hey." He said as he greeted Prince, Musa, Tahir, Jude and the rest as he moved round the table.

Hamad flashed a smile from where he was seated next to the empty seat where Ali was expected to sit. He raised his hand to shake Ali, when it came to his turn.

But, Ali scoffed in return and muttered the word "Jerk" under his breath. Then he proceeded to sit.

But that was not before Hamad caught him roughly by the collar of his shirt, anger visibly emanating from him. The atmosphere grew tense. Sure all of them had shown disapproval, but only him had the guts to voice it. He had to face the aftermath.

"Say what?" Hamad hissed.

"Hey Hamad control it." Prince said as he and the rest stood up to separate them.

Prince jerked Hamad back, which caused him to stagger slightly.

"If you don't want downgrading treatment, then do what you have to do." Chris said bluntly.

"I was given a month." Hamad snapped.

"Yeah right." Joshua replied sarcastically.

"Look, maybe what Ali said last time was correct. Or is that why you're trying to defend yourself?" Siddiq mocked.

In a swift movement, Hamad turned slightly to where Siddiq was standing and slapped him brutally across his face. "I'm the finance minister's son and you're gonna show me respect. That includes you hinting at me completing the challenge earlier. Speaking about which I'm very capable of, and I'm gonna show it." He said slowly at a dangerously low tone. With that, he stepped forward to the table and retrieved his phone and car key, and walked out of the meeting, head held high.

Nobody could just treat him anyhow. He was the finance minister's son. Forget minister's son, he was a man and he had his ego.

He already had his target, but what he didn't have was chance and time.