A limousine was on the runway waiting as Rafiah’s private plane landed. “Paris air!” he murmured, inhaling deeply. “Never gets old.”
He got into the car and went straight to see the chairman.
“Son! Welcome home,” she kissed him on both cheeks, her blonde hair falling neatly as she smiled. It was his Mother. She was 5'9, had a light skin tone with a slender figure. Rafiah’s Mother adored her kids, and treated Rafiah and his sister like they were still little children no matter how old they got. But his father was different. Chairman Khan always expected too much from Rafiah and nothing he ever did was up to par.
“I had the cook prepare all your favourite meals. Did you lose weight, Raffy?” Raffy was the name she usually called him.
“Mum, forget about me, but look at you,” he said, spin
