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Time always exposes what you mean to someone.
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It was almost lunch when I was almost halfway through my work.
I did have to get up in between to forwards the calls to Mr. Aziz and to inform him about his meetings.
He wasn't at such a high position just because his father owned this company but he did work hard, being the COO and also monitoring the finance department, he had to record and monitor the income, salaries and the deals. The rest of the other departments came under the CEO.
I stretch my arms and let out a loud sigh. It sure was hectic but I wasn't prepared for anything less. I will not give up but 6 months doing this seemed a lot of work. I almost let out a groan. I put my head on the folded arms to close my eyes and let the strain in my eyes go away.
The ringing of the office phone brings me out of my thoughts.
"Good Afternoon, This is Mr. Arsalan Aziz's PA, how may I help you?"
"Just tell Arsalan to pick his." An irritated voice came through.
"Very well sir but may I get your name?"
"Adnan. And ask that shithead to contact me as soon as possible, it's an emergency!" I gaped at the curse word. So this guy must be familiar with Mr. Aziz.
"I'll pass your word," I say and the line goes dead. This guy can't even keep his personal phone switched on.
Ya Allah. I let out a small groan at the breaking of bones when I get up and stretch myself for a second and walk towards his doors.
I knock on the door and hear a small come in.
I walk in to notice a completely different scenario than the morning. His coat jacket was thrown over the sofa and his hair was messy probably from running his hand through them just like he is doing now. Papers were strewn across the desk while he was standing in front of the huge window. The sunlight illuminating his features.
"Did you come here to stare at me?" His silent voice carried across the room. I jerked out of my thoughts as embarrassment crept up.
"Someone called Adnan wanted you to call back immediately since its urgent," I said in a low voice which was very clear in the huge room.
He turned around to face me and the sunlight coming through the windows made him look so handsome and his enigmatic steel grey eyes stood out so beautifully. He surely was a beautiful creation.
He cocked one of his brows which made me snap out of my thoughts. Astagfirullah ya Arab forgive me.
Heat crept up in my cheeks as I quickly backed out of the room.
I don't know what happens but every time I look at him especially those eyes, all my sane thoughts fly out. I can look into those eyes all day every day.
Astagfirullah Malaika what in the world are you thinking?! I quickly enter my room and sit on the chair, hiding my face in my hands.
I count till 10 to let all the inappropriate thoughts fly out.
"Miss Khan?" I snap my head up to look at M. Aziz standing in front of me with a small smirk at the corner of his mouth. This guy finds my embarrassment funny, I stop myself from huffing out but my dislike is shown on my face I think which elicits a small smile from him
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