Undeniably Wrong

3

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Real love doesn't meet you at your best. It meets you in your mess.

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I look at a huge building in front of me, MashaAllah it is so beautiful. The glass windows lined with silver material that glows and all the small brown detailing of each floor is My Allah the best thing I've ever seen.

I slowly walk towards the entrance. I have an interview today and based on that interview will get the internship. I wanted to intern as a PA because a PA would always have better knowledge about the main handlings of the business and I wanted to learn how to do that.

I had no idea whose PA I was going to be but I really hope its someone bearable because trust me I've heard the recent news of the third son. And after some family problems, he emerged out as a ruthless person. Anyways, I shouldn't judge anyone based on rumors.

The lobby was busy with people walking around, some carrying papers or folders. All in all, everyone was busy and could not be seen lagging behind.

I walk over to the reception, there was a guy wearing glasses and his name tag read David.

"Hello" I greeted the guy which made him look up from the screen.

"Yes miss, What can I help you with?" He asked in a polite way.

"I'm here for the 9 am interview for PA internship," I said as he typed something on the computer and guided me to follow, "Go to the 25th floor and you will find another reception over there, she will guide you from there."

I nodded and thanked him and walked towards the lift. There were four lifts in the lobby, I pressed the button and waited for it to open.

TING

I walked in along with 2 more girls. They were staring at me or might I say sneering, what is their problem. Oh yeah, some people still have problem with women wearing the hijab, I still wonder when they will get through the 'Muslims are terrorist' period.

I just rolled my eyes at their behavior. Didn't someone teach them that staring was a bad habit!

23, 24 & 25.

TING

The elevator opens and I get the much-needed air and space from those girls. I walk towards a desk where a woman was sitting, she had a slick bun and dark red lipstick and professional aura radiated from her.

"Hello, I'm here for the interview. Can you please show the way." I asked her.

She stared at me as well more like glared. What is wrong with girls over here and then she spoke up.

"What are you two doing up here?"She asked in an overly rude tone.

you two?

Oh, she wasn't glaring at me but at the once behind me. I turn back to see the two girls from the lift. Somehow that made me relax.

"You see Dan, we are here to speak with Mr. Aziz, it's important that we meet his now." She said in a high pitched voice and both continued to walk down the hallway but a very cold and scary voice stopped them. It only said one word but the chill was present.

"Stop." There was no shouting or loud voice, just a low voice but it was enough for the entire floor to look up and gulp down the chill.

I turned on my left side to see a guy with grey eyes, it was like steel. But the thing that made me look away was how cold and unemotional they were. His hair fell over his forehead and a little stubble was present. He had a very defined jaw and high cheekbones. He has a beautiful face. I almost whispered MashAllah out loud.