Chapter 2
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RIZWAN'S P. O. V
Walking quickly towards the street of Dubai with his phone pinned to his car.
"Assalamu 'alaikum mom, I just arrive at the destination, I will call you back when I'm through with the work" he said checking his wrist watch what he felt next is something hard on his forehead. Turning his head his eyes met with a pair of hazel ones beautiful he whispered to himself. Her face full with rage.
"Hey can't you see where you are going" she spitted placing one hand on her hips.
"I'm sorry please I was attending to a call and I didn't see you coming" he apologize, he didn't even wait for her response and left to his new apartment.
She gaze at his disappearing figure and muttered “so annoying ”. Snapping out of her thought she remembered that she's going to the office, taking a taxi she gave her office address while relaxing her self on the seat.
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Miss!
Miss!
I heard a faint voice, resulting me to peeped my eyes open
"Miss we've arrived at your destination". The taxi man said. A yawn escape her lips.
When did I drift off? She thought
paying the man his money, she walked towards the entrance.
"Good morning miss Fahima" the girl sitting at the receptionist greeted her.
A smile left her Lips. "Good morning Casey, how's your day going ?" the girl called Casey gave her a smile.
"It's going smoothly mam" walking past her, she took the elevator to her office, receiving greetings on her way.
Entering her office, she was greeted by a freshly smell of her office. Inhaling a sharp breath, she placed her black bag on the coach, slouching herself on the chair.
A knock came from the door, heaving a sigh. Today is going to be one heck of a day she muttered to herself
“Come in”
A Lady dressed in formal, a floral hijab wrapped on her head holding a file on her hands.
“Good morning miss Fahima ” the Lady greeted placing the file on her desk.
“Morning Hiba ”
“Here are the list of models to be interviewed today.” she explained
Opening the file, she checked the names of the models. “Okay when is the interview scheduled ” she asked checking the clock placed on the office wall.
“The interview is within one hour” she answered politely.
"What's my schedule for today"
“After the interview, you have meeting with SM company regarding the machine issue and then the new fabrics that are arriving you need to check them out at our other branch.” she stated
"Okay thank you, you may go"
Muttering okay she left closing the door behind her.
After working for about one hour hiba inform her about the interview.
"Good morning." A beautiful girl dressed in a floral top and straight skirt, the perfect figure for a model.
“Morning Miss.. Zoya Kamis” Fahima said checking her name on the list.
"So let's start Miss Zoya why did you choose This company" Fahima asked placing her hands on the wooden table. The girl called Zoya took a sharp breath.
"I've always dreamed of becoming a model and earning money for my family" she stated.
Fahima felt something ignite in her. This is her back in the day when she dreamed of becoming a fashion designer and now her dreams are fulfilled all because of her parents prayers.
“Masha Allah, may Allah fulfill your wishes” she said to Zoya, resulting her to let out a smile.
“Ameen”
After interviewing the 10 models she finally got time to rest a bit before going for the next meeting which will be in the next 30 minutes. Her phone Vibrated on her desk, checking the caller ID Ablah's name flashes on the screen
“Assalamu Alaikum" she spoke in a low voice
“wa'alaikum salam Fahima since you didn't bother to call your friend, being the kind one she called you” she answered from the other end.
“I'm sorry Ablah I was caught up with work, but I will make it up to you" she ushered back
“Oh really, Let's crash in your place tonight” she chirped happily.
“sure”
After the call with Ablah, she took the necessary things she needs for her meeting, which is in the boardroom. Pushing the door open she was greeted with two men, his back face to her while the other stood up to greet her.
“Hello Miss Fahima ” the guy said
“Hello Mr Matthew” she greeted back
“As you already know about our meeting I'm here with someone who is skilled in the field; Mr Rizwan?” Matthew called.
Hearing the name Fahima anticipate to see the guy called Rizwan. Turning his face her eyes Widen.
"You? "
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