Hajara's Journey (A Love Story)

Chapter five

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Hakeem Abdullah POV

I hurriedly searched through my wardrobe looking for my black tie
"O shit!"
I cursed out loud
"I'm already running late for the meeting and i can't find this damn tie"
i cursed out louder this time around.
"Huzaif! Huzaif!" I called my younger brother he had the habit of taking my clothes without asking for permission.
I sometimes use to wonder what he used all his money for as a lawyer who worked in a very large law firm.
I was about to enter his room when i remembered he had already left for work.
So i decided to wear a blue-black tie instead.
I opened my suitcase checking to see if all the files i needed for the meeting were intact before closing it.

I hurriedly jogged down the stairs and quickly made my way to the kitchen for an apple and my already served takeaway coffee.
"Asalaamu alaykum " I greeted Suleman my gardener and his wife Fatima who was also my cook.
They were both having breakfast on the kitchen island.
"Wa alaykum salaam Hakeem have a nice day"
Fatima and her husband said in unison.
"Thanks" i replied.

I entered my black Audi praying to Allah that i win the deal.
My name is Abdul Hakeem J Abdullah.
And I'm the CEO of Jaara Constructions and Mining Works. And the current CEO of Jaara Scholarships.
I have four siblings.
Two boys and two girls.
My two sisters Rama and Rahina live with my parent in New Jersey .
Our third born Zakaria or Zak as he's affectionately called by everyone is studying Fashion designing in France.

And Huzaif who's the second lives with me here in New York. He recently completed Harvard University and is currently with a law firm here in New York.
I got to my office and alighted after packing it.

I got into the elevator and in less than a minute i got to my floor. The hallway was painted blue,black and ash in some places.
Both sides of the wall had framed pictures and inspirational words which reminded me of my grandpa's love for speaking in parables especially in our local dialect.

At the end of the hallway sat the receptionist Joseph.
His desk is black and ash which complemented the entire decor with his black swivel chair.
He was busy on the phone with a client and his thick British accent was evident with each word that cane out of his mouth.
I waved him and picked up the files that was picked from the mail before heading to my office.
"Grace has the Italian investors arrived? " I asked my secretary who desk was just beside my door.
"No sir but, Abdul Aziz has been waiting for you in your office for about ten minutes now" i thanked God silently in my head.
"Okay tell Hud to get someone to prepare the conference area since we will be having the meeting there."

"Yes sir she" she replied as she picked up the telephone to call Hud who is my friend and the Human Resource Manager.

I entered my office only to meet Abdul Aziz, my best friend sitting on my chair with his legs spread on my newly polished oak desk.
"Hey man have have some respect "I said trying my possible best to keep a straight face.
"How dare you put your feet on my favourite desk and who gave you the permission to sit on my chair? "
i asked again this time turning to face the other side if the room so that i don't see the funny signs he was making with his face to make laugh.
"Who's the boss? " i asked
"I'm the boss" he replied making me laugh whiles hitting his back playfully.
He rose to his feet and gave me a handshake we sat down again as we revised again the deal with the Italians and how we were planning on winning their trust to invest with us.

This is my first my first major business transaction since given the CEO position and i wasn't going to take anything for granted.

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