"No, that can't be," Emir mumbled as he sat in his office room. He rested his elbows on the table while his mind wandered somewhere, thinking of what the man said. "If he is right, it means he is my son." He murmured again and shut his eyes in uneasiness. His hand massaged his temples, scraping away his bewilderment.
The door was cracking as clicking shoes from the half-opened door jerked Emir's eyes at the figure of a woman in a gray blazer and a dark knee-length skirt. Yara smiled and greeted him with a.mockery which marked his cheek with blushes of vexation.
"How does it feel like losing your position to a woman who is not a part of the family, Uncle?" Yara ridiculed the man who reacted to her action with a sneer on his lips.
"Oh ... .the girl I once picked up from the street is no
