(Rasha)
I glance at my wristwatch.
My brows draw together.
I’m supposed to meet one of the shareholders of the Afaq Company, and he’s late.
I call his number.
No answer.
I let out a frustrated breath.
A few minutes later, a hand settles on the chair in front of me and pulls it back.
I look up.
He sits down across from me.
My brows furrow even deeper.
Calm as always, he places his hands on the table and interlocks his fingers.
I lean back.
I blink slowly.
“I was supposed to see someone else..”
The corners of his lips curl.
“That’s right. Well... I met him a little earlier than you did.”
I run my tongue over my lips.
My brows rise.
“I see.”
He gives me a triumphant smile.
“If he isn’t answering your calls... my offer must have been better.”
I nod.
He leans forward.
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