When Two Worlds Collide

Chapter 2

Bilal 2012 - Living The Dream

Bilal, parks his white Range Rover in his parking bay behind his business complex and walks around to the front deciding to start from the right and check in on his chain of businesses, before heading into his office. He walks into his cab office and pops his head around the door. Rita the operator is behind the desk, hanging up after a call. “Good morning Bil, how are you today” she smiles up at him. Rita is his oldest employee and at times she is like a mother to him, which is why she is the only person he allows to call him Bil. She is Italian, and plump, with long grey hair that she always keeps tied up in a bun at the top of her head. You can see that in her prime Rita must have been a stunning beauty. She has big coffee black eyes, a pointy nose and rosy lips.  She always wears crazy coloured floral dresses accessorised with dangly earrings and loads of bangles. “Good morning Rita, I am good thank you and yourself?” Bilal asks. “I am good, everything is good Bil” she says gesticulating with her hands making her bangles jingle. “ok, i shall let you get on” Bilal turns around and starts to walk out, “ok Bil, you have a nice day” Rita shouts after him “you too Rita” Bilal shouts back as he steps through the door. Next he goes over to the car wash. His employee’s are already busy washing customer’s cars. Bilal stands at the entrance, shielding his eyes from the sun and shouts over to the car wash’s manager, “Hakim everything good?”  Hakim looks over to where Bilal is standing “yes boss everything is good” and he gives the thumbs up. Bilal nods his head and walks over to the M.O.T test centre. His M.O.T. test centre is run by girls only “hello my lovely ladies” Bilal walks in smiling with his arms open wide. All the girls stop working and turn to face him, “hello Mr Bilal’ they all say in a child like sing song voice. Bilal and all the women burst out laughing, at their long running traditional greeting.  All the girls that work in the M.O.T Test Centre have been sponsored by Bilal during their M.O.T. certification courses. “How are we doing in here today?” Bilal asks. “Everything is spot on sir, nothing to report” Trina the head girl answers. Trina is a no nonsense buxom girl, she takes pride in keeping the girls in line and disapproves whenever Bilal comes over to play. The curt tone of Trina’s answer indicates to him that now isn’t a good time to stay and play. Bilal respects Trina because her strict regime produces excellent results.   “Good, thank you Trina” he nods then turns and walks to next door to the garage. The smell of paint wafting over form the body shop assaults his nostrils, the radio is blaring and as usual all his employees either have their head under a bonnet or have their legs sticking out from underneath a car. He sees the white hair of Rita’s husband John sticking out from underneath his cap, as he works underneath the bonnet of a car. John has been here for as long as Rita has. John is tall and skinny with broad shoulders. He has whiskers coming out of his big ears and Roman shaped nose but he still has all his own teeth and the bluest eyes Bilal had ever seen.  Bilal sticks his head under the hood and greets John “What’s happening mate?”  John looks up “morning boss, everything is good,  you were right about this car, the head gasket is definitely  gone” Bilal stands up from under the hood at the sound of  running footsteps coming towards him, he turns to see who it is. Patricia his P.A. is a little out of breath, when she reaches him “Good morning Mr Bazaar, is now a good time to run through your day with?” Bilal looks Patricia up and down. He likes the look of Patricia, she is pretty and petite. Golden skinned with wavy brown hair, green eyes, a button nose, pink full lips, large breasts, a tiny waist and an ass that rivals Nikki Minaj’s. Bilal clears his throat embarrassed by his obvious drooling “Good Morning Patrica, we can do the run through in my office, I won’t be a moment”.  Patricia blushes and heads to his office. Bilal turns to John “have you already ordered the parts?”  “Yes boss” John answers. Bilal forms his mouth to reply but is distracted as he stops to look at himself in the tinted windows of the car John is fixing. Bilal smiles and stands tall with pride. He knows he looks good. His body is lean, muscular and well defined.  He has creamy vanilla skin. He is wearing a white vest, which shows off his six pack and his tattoos on his arms and his neck.  He has on his light blue jeans with all white addidas hi top trainers. His hair is shaven low, with a thin beard line following his masculine jaw, which accentuates the hollows in his cheeks, drawing attention to his high cheekbones.  His eye brows have been shaped, bringing out his large brown eyes and long fan shaped lashes. His lips are juicy and pink. Bilal is beautiful and could have been a model, but that sort of work had never appealed to him, instead he uses his good looks to his advantage to get whatever he wants. Bilal decides he doesn’t need to check on his scrap yard, especially as he is wearing white today and heads over to his office, so he can run through his day with the lovely Patricia.