Do You Trust Me?

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Amaan

Well that was just downright rude. I feel insulted. I feel so angry at her. Who does she think she is? Who treats their guests like that? Umer returned with a sad looking Laylah. His phone rings and he leaves, excusing himself.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have said it like that" She says directing me. She picks her plate up and moves to the other side of the table. "I know why you are here, I know my brother has hired you to be like my bodyguard" She says and pushes the huge bowl of linguini towards me. I see some old dry scars on her wrist from where her sleeve moves up her arm. What are those? "Erm.." I tried to say something and she cuts me off.

"I don't trust people easily after..." She looked up at me. She looked extremely vulnerable. Her eyes seemed cold and a mist of tears on the end of them. I felt that pain from her eyes transferred straight into my body.

She stood up and ran out the room with tears rolling down her face. I stand up too. I wanted to run after her, hold her in my arms and tell her whatever is going on inside her I will help, assure her everything will be fine. I wanted to see her smile, heck I wanted to make her smile and hear her laugh. What no Amaan, dont think lile that. Oh fuck! I thought to myself. I'm in deep shit.

Umer returned and I told him what had happened and that she knew why I was there. "Shit, should have told her myself, I guess she knows, Hassan was the only one she trusted, I've had 7 people before him but she just somehow runs them away. Since you know Sophia I thought maybe she'd get along with you too." He says sadly. "Here all the details are in this file, keep it safe. Once you read it and familiarise your self with it, I want it back. Read it carefully, sign the contract send me your bank details and hopefully I'll see you on Monday" He hands me the folder.

"I'm going to check up on Laylah, finish your lunch before you go, I promise you'll love it. Just don't tell Laylah I said that" He says and walks out of the room.

"Beta, Master Mansha has asked me to make sure you eat before you leave, Laylah beta made the food, I cant allow it to go to waste" The old man, Ali Baba, told me and started serving me.

"No its okay, I'll help myself" I say and smile at him. "Laylah is a really girl, poor child, her mother passed away when she was only 10." He said looking miserable. I understand how that feels, but I'm sure that's not what was behind those tears. The way she trembled and looked so vulnerable. "How long have you worked here Baba" I asked. "Almost 31 years" He says proudly. " They treat me like family and I tteat them like my family." He says smiling.

I stuff some linguine in my mouth and Wallah! it's the best tasting food I have had. Whoever made this I could kiss their hands I thought munching on the food. Shit, no, I cant because Laylah made it, if I'd do that her brother will have my hands cut off.

Once I get into the solitude of my own flat I put the file on the table and look at it. Laylah has my mind mushed. Its like someone put it into a blender and pressed the button. I guess I needed to know more about her before I went mad. I grab the file and start reading.

The first pages with her background check. She is 24 years old, her birthday in 3 months, she was a straight A student. Went to the same college I went to. Hmm I don't remember seeing her there. Has a brother and Her father is away on business mosly in the Arab countries and comes to the UK a few times a year and she lives her brother. Her Net worth is £33Billion. Whoa. I don't even know how to write that number down. How many zeros again?

I turn the page. Pictures of her in college, with her brother, some older pictures of her on holiday woth her friends, wow sue has lots of friends. Some pictures with Sophia, I spot a picture of her with Mamu and my Aunty. I didn't realise she was this close. I guess I'm not that close to my uncle  after all, or I havent been around. There is a picture of her with another guy. I don't know who he is and there isn't much information on him.