ABDALLAH
My knuckles rap against Aahil’s office doors.
“Come in,”
I poke my head in and when he sees me, he rolls his eyes. “How many times have I told you that you do not need to knock?”
I stride towards him and take a seat opposite to him. I shrug. “I don’t want to walk in on something . . .”
I trail off when he gives me a pointed look. A laugh reverberates out of me. “I’m kidding.” He huffs out a small noise that is probably meant to be a laugh. “Anyway, I just came to let you know that I’m done with my work. When are you leaving?”
He leans back against his chair and massages his temples. I sometimes forget how hard he works. Usually, I would say that businessmen have it easy but his case is an exception. Being the CEO of a huge company doesn’t faze him in the least. He puts in a
