(Rasha)
I stare at the laptop screen… my fingers move quickly across the keys. All my focus is on next month’s tender… a tender I have to win. No matter the cost.
I’m exhausted. I push myself so hard that it’s strange I’m still standing. For a moment I take my eyes off the laptop and stretch my tired body. Pedram forced me to come home and rest… but away from his eyes, I’m still working here at home. I rub my neck and look around the house. My eyes stop on the large painting on the living room wall. I frown. Have I seen this painting before? Did I buy it?
It looks like the painting I bought… but it’s not the same.
I tilt my head and look at the green leaves surrounding the gray, lifeless geometric shapes. At this contrast.
It’s her work.
For a second the corner of my lips lifts… at t
