Ahmed's POV:
Four... five... six... seven... eight.
From the corner of my eye, I kept counting whenever Sandal touched her scarf near her right cheek, she does that habitually I guess.
She was sitting in front of my desk for the past fifteen minutes, looking into some invitations I asked her to assemble periodically and manage my schedule according to it. There was no need to do it though, as I have already planned everything, but still...
It was rare to see her troubled like this because somehow, she always managed to complete every task that I assign to her. I have to admit that she was smart and most importantly, a hard worker. Also, she didn't whine for every single thing as other girls do and all the things I called weird about her proved to be useful now. She may not be an ideal
