- Noor's POV -

"You don't drive yourself?" I accidentally ask too bluntly as his driver opens the passenger door for me.

He only looks at me with a crinkled brows and looks away.

Once I'm seated, I realize it's those fancy cars that literally feel like a luxurious living room with big screens and a lot of buttons. There's even a curtain separating the back passengers from the driver.

"Take a few notes." He says.

"Me?"

"The marketing team needs to focus on the clientele who can provide with the finances as well as the quality." He doesn't give me a chance to pull out my notepad before he starts talking.

I stumble with my pen and notebook, trying to rush open to write only for my pen to jump off the armrest and onto his lap.

My eyes widen. "Oh my God, I'm sorry."

He massages his temples as if to destress and picks up the pen to hand it back to me.

"Are you ready, ma'am?" He says almost sarcastically.

I quickly nod, my cheeks burning up from feeling embarrassed.

He says a few points he wants to make during the meeting and he's making me write it so he doesn't forget.

His words flow so smoothly when he speaks about work. At times, I didn't understand the concepts he spoke about because I never heard of them but honestly, from what I'm hearing, I'd just sign the contract if I were the other company.

"Amazing." I whisper to myself while staring at the notes.

His thoughts are so organized and detailed.

I drop the notebook by accident when the car goes over a bump. "Why me!" I scold myself quietly as I quickly go to grab it.

I look up from the notebook to see him staring at me, not in any kind of an odd way. It's as if he's observing, trying to understand something about me.

But my idiot self instantly thought there was something on my face.

I touch the corner of my lips, "Is there something on my face? Is it the pen?"

"You're astonishing." He shakes his head as he looks out the window.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I frown.

"How can you be that clumsy all the time?" He asks.

I'm pretty sure this is the most I've talked to him since starting.

"The notebook wasn't my fault, it slipped. But neither was the pen my fault because I swear, it just dropped."

"You really are daft." He sighs.

"I'm daft? You're dating Nadira out of all the women in the world. I'm sure one of us is the dafter one and it's not me." I have never covered my mouth with my hands as fast as I just did.

"I-I'm so sorry, sir. I didn't mean to... this is so embarrassing. I'll just..." I squeeze my eyes shut and turn away from him.

"Do not cross that line ever again. I do not want to hear you say anything about Nadira, do you understand?" He sounds angry but I don't dare to turn to look at him.

"Y-Yes, sir." I wanted to tell him the comment was about him but I didn't bother. I'm an inch away from losing my job at this point, I'll shut up.

The rest of the ride was quiet, I looked out the window for all of it. I was scolding myself for not bringing my earphones, I could've snuck it under my hijab.

I take a mental note of it to bring it next time.

Once we reach the location of the meeting, it's another large office. Not as big as Khan Enterprises but still, pretty large.

We are led inside by one of the staff members who is explaining a few things about the business and building to Mr. Yasir.

I can tell he isn't listening but only pretending.

As we walk towards the elevator, many of the women are gawking at Mr. Yasir. I don't blame them, he's a sight to see. I'd honestly feel really uncomfortable if I were him. But I'm sure he loves the attention.

Once we reach the top floor, we're seated in a huge room where, I assume, they hold meetings. There's a large, oval table, which could seat over 30 people and each seat is paired with a mic sitting on the desk.

Mr. Yasir takes a seat and I stand behind him awkwardly, not sure if I'm allowed to sit or not.

He swivels his chair to turn towards me. "Are you going to take a seat?"

"Do you want me to?" I ask.

He sighs and turns back to face the table.

I pull out the chair beside him and take a seat.

A few minutes later, a man walks in. He looks around the same age as Mr. Yasir and very attractive.

"Yasir, good to see you here. I thought you might send a representative."

"Good to see you too, Shahid." There is no genuineness to Mr. Yasir's tone. "This is an important contract, I thought I'd drop by myself."

"Who's this young lady?" Mr. Shahid looks at me.

"Good evening, I'm Noor Malik, Mr. Yasir's new secretary." I introduce myself.

"Nice to meet you, Noor. I'm Shahid Khan. Yasir's... friend and hopefully new business partner." He smiles.

As the meeting takes place, Mr. Yasir asks me to keep track by typing notes.

An hour and a half into the meeting, we are disrupted by the churail (witch) herself.

"Babe, I brought you dinner!" She enters loudly.

She brought Mr. Yasir dinner all the way over here? Stalker.

I was about to stand up to take the bag from her to put aside, that's what I've been doing for the past week.

Just as I was about to stand up, Mr. Yasir grabs a hold of my wrist and pulls me back down on my seat.  I look at Mr. Yasir and he's not looking at me but his grip on my wrist is still firm.

"You're probably so tired, babe! Dealing with Yasir is honestly so tough, he's always moody." She places a kiss on Mr. Shahid's cheek. "And you're coming home late tonight." She pouts.

My thoughts are all jumbled up because I've honestly never been so confused.

"Noor, this is my wife, Nadira." Shahid says proudly, holding Nadira by the waist.

Wife? His wife? Then, what is she to Yasir? Oh my God—

"We already know each other! We went through 12 years of schooling together!" Nadira grins. "Tell Shahid how amazing I was in school."

"Your wife was... she was something! Very... unique."  I couldn't bring myself to compliment her. It made me want to throw up.

Nadira starts fake giggling. "I did so many things that Noor can't pick one event out."

"This is wonderful. I haven't met any of Nadira's friends from school." Shahid smiles.

Friends? I don't think so. Not even close. But I only smile, pretending to look like I can stand her.

"Anyways, I have to go back home to prepare for our night out tonight. Don't forget to eat your lunch, babe." Nadira flashes her pouty smile.

"I won't." Mr. Shahid looks at her with adoration.

I look at Mr. Yasir to see his eyes darken, he's angry. Did he just find out she's married? No, probably not. That's stupid.

I'm so damn confused.

Suddenly, a sharp pain shoots through my arm and I realize Mr. Yasir is still holding onto my wrist but a bit too tightly.

"Sir, my wrist." I whisper but he doesn't hear me. "Mr. Yasir, you're hurting me."

He looks down at his hand and quickly lets go of my hand.

Nadira waves at Mr. Yasir and I. "Goodbye, Yasir! Noor!" And walks out.

Mr. Yasir abruptly stands up. "I'm assuming we've discussed everything?"

"Yes, but stay, we can eat—"

"I'm a busy person, Shahid and I'm sure you are too." Mr. Yasir says a bit too rudely. "Noor." He gestures at the documents on the table and I quickly put them back in the file.

I say goodbye to Mr. Shahid and follow Mr. Yasir out.

"Sir, is that all for today?" My shift ended an half an hour ago and I'm extremely exhausted and hungry.

"You're working overtime tonight. I need you to work on a few contracts to prepare for tomorrow."

I stop walking. He has to be joking.

He stops and turns around, "Is there a problem? Overtime is a time and a half on your paycheque."

I understand that but I'm dying. I need food.

"I'll have someone order food and bring it over." He finally says as if he read my mind.

My lips break into a grin out of relief. I'm glad he's still humane. "Yes, sir."

I text my parents I'll be late because I'm working on something and they text back telling me to stay safe.

Our drive back, I couldn't recognize where we were going. It's a neighbourhood.

"Where is this?" I ask.

"My house."

I start panicking. My car is back at the office. That should be the least of my worries but my car!

"What about the office? Why your house?" I start asking too many questions.

"Relax. I have no interest in someone like you." He rolls his eyes.

Okay, now he's just asking to be punched in the face.

"The original papers for the new contracts are at my home office. You can work from there." He explains.

I wasn't prepared to enter into his neighbourhood. This could be the gated, private Hidden Hills neighbourhood in California.

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- A/N -

• Surprise! An extra update! I might sprinkle in extra updates here and there if I have time but the coronavirus situation is jumbling up my school schedule. 😫

• Also, Nadira keeping a husband and boyfriend... thoughts? 🤣

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