chapter 1:

7

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Ya Allah!

Ugh! This stupid alarm, why does it have to wake me when I'm sleeping peacefully.

I scoff as I get up from bed and head towards the bathroom. Entering the bathroom, my eyes meet the mirror and geez with my smudged lipstick all over my face and my eyes stained with eyeliner and my hair so messy, I'm sure i can pull it off as joker reincarnated. I peel off my dress from my body and step into the shower. I let the water cascade down my back to my feet. I gently wash my body and when I was done, I wrap a towel round my chest and slip a tampon on my pamty and put it on.

I stare at my closet as I wonder what to wear. After a long thought, I put on designers gray silky shirt that reach just above my knees. I put on jeans, roll a milk headscarf round my head with matching bag and shoe.

Ring! Ring!

I follow the ringing tone of my phone and find it in the kitchen but...what's it doing here?

I look at the caller ID and see it is my baby sis; Yasmin who is in her last year in college and preparing to get married to some chap she met in highschool. And here I'm with no fiancé wait, not even a boyfriend nor crush and Abubakar is already married to Yasmin's friend from highschool.

I press the phone to my ear, "Hey lil sis how's the wedding planning going?"

"It's going great and I have great news, the doctor said that mum's brain tumor might not come back, the percentage of it coming back is low." Yasmin says from the other line.

"Alhamudulillah! Thanks be to Allah, well I have an interview in thirty minutes. Wish me luck."

"Good luck and good bye but don't you dare miss my wedding."

"I wouldn't even think of doing that, bye little chocoholic." I disconnect the call and go to the room to gather my stuffs for my big day. I pick my phone, purse and apartment key and I'm ready to leave for work. I work at Armani Fashion Centre as a fashion designer and I have an important interview today to be transferred into one of the biggest Fashion Centre, 'Malik Fashion world' and it's gonna be epic. Ya Allah! help me pass this interview.

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"Miss Ahmad you're two minutes late, the interview has begun but you can go in as last. May I remind you to answer all his questions formally which, means no flirting, seducing, rude talks or rude comebacks. Most especially the last, Mr Malik is a very serious man who is rude, he doesn't apologize nor pleads with anyone, he doesn't play Mr nice and doesn't take excuses, Good luck. Mr Ryan said in his business tone flashing his sweet smile.

Well this means that were equal 'cos I'm I don't take shit too. And geez! Why will I flirt with him?

"Miss Ahmad you're next." A lady in black abaya and black veil announces.

I sigh and step into the office, I sit on the chair across him but he isn't facing me, his chair is turned towards the amazing view of the city. His chair cringes as he turns to face me.

Why is he here?