His possession

For jalal, walking into his office shouldn't have given him any
cause for concern. He owned his own business and took pride in
the work he did. His suit was pressed. He looked every part of
the dominating man that he was.
The receptionist smiled at him. He knew she wanted a piece of
him. Most women did. At thirty five he wasn't looking for a
casual relationship.
many women to accommodate him. He never mixed business
with pleasure, and there would be no way he'd take a woman
from the office home. His tastes ran to the extreme, and he liked
to keep his private life private.
Ignoring the woman, he moved passed the visitors' area and went
straight to the elevator. Briefcase in hand, he stood alone as it
travelled up to the top floor. The doors opened.
He stopped. Standing outside the elevator door stood a woman.
Smaller than he, she would only come to his chest. She didn't
look at him. Her eyes stared at the floor. Jalal felt like he
been punched