"Wake up, Fatimah" My mother patted me. "Get yourself cleaned, breakfast is ready" She uttered heading to the door.

"Mu... m" I yawned stretching up my hands. "So, it's even..." I glanced at the wall clock. "Seven O'clock already?"

"Yes" She smiled and left.

"Dear God" I yawned again as I lazily stood from my bed. "Thank You for waking me up" I gulped and then withdrew from the bed and went straight into the bathroom. I was so deeply unclean so I took my bath, replaced my pad and then brushed my teeth before preparing myself for breakfast. I knew I was so damn late.

Just as I was walking to the dining area I saw my father already done with his meal. He cleaned his mouth and stood up about to leave when I greeted him.

"Good Morning, sir" I said.

"Morning" He uttered as if he was forced to respond to my greeting.

Sometimes, I used to wonder what kind of a father he was to me. As if I was the one that chose to be a female. He should be angry with the Creator instead since I wasn't the one that created myself.

"Kin shirya mun documents din?" He said to my mother as he took his iPad.

"Yes, I arranged them for you" She said.

"Okey, let me go and get them" He said.

"Alright, Alhaji..." She said to him while serving me my own breakfast. And as soon as he was already upstairs she told me to hurry up that I would be going to work with him today. "Please, hurry up"

"But mum..." I said as she cut in.

"Babu wani but a nan, just hurry up and finish your breakfast!" She said.

"Okey, mum" I muttered.

"Good" She said adjusting her cleavage. "Let me go and buy you some time" She winked and I didn't even know when I busted into laughter. "What is funny? Am I not hot ne?" She wrinkled a brow.

"Sure, you are" I chuckled.

"Jita kawai" She rolled her eyes and left.

That was my mother, sometimes funny and sometimes strict. She was a beautiful woman, fair in complexion and had all it takes to make a man bow down for her. Oh yes, she had ample breasts and buttocks. At first when my breasts refused to grow bigger I was so worried and also sad, I wanted them to be like hers... just like in the case of buttocks! Thus, she told me not to worry that with time I will see some changes. I practically didn't believe her at first until now. Presently, my breasts are becoming more bigger than before.

While sipping my tea with a mouthful of bread, Munir came out of his own apartment with puffy eyes. Perhaps he was just waking up from sleep, he really loved sleeping after fajr prayer.

"Can't you greet?" He queried as he sat opposite me and began serving himself.

I kept taking my breakfast pretending as if I wasn't hearing him at all. Verily, he had lost his respect from me already.

"Well, since you don't want to greet me ai sai ki tayi" He said wearing a smile.

"Mtswww" I stood and left the dining area to my room. After all, I was even done with my own breakfast already.

Just as I was changing into a jallabiya, my mother Salaamed into my room. "Wai ke what are you waiting for ne? Baban ki fa sauri yake!" She said.

"Rolling ya rage mun" I said.

"Let me help you" She swiftly walked to me and helped me with my rolling. Thus, we headed downstairs together and there we met my father scolding Munir. He seemed to be pretty angry.

"Is this how you will run my company when I'm off? Lazy ass kawai" He said.

"Ai Munir din nan lazy man ne sosai" My mother chimed in as we walked closer to them. "He's a very lazy man"

"Hajiya wallahi is not like that" Munir said trying to defend himself as usual.

"Whatever!" My father chimed in about leaving when my mother stopped him and collected his suitcase with a smile.

"Why not Fatimah ta raka ka yau?" She suggested handing the to suitcase me.

"I don't understand, did I say I need an escort? I never said that" He bellowed.

"Yes, I know" She said moving closer to him. "Just take her with you today, ok?"

"No!" He squealed.

"Why not, Alhaji?" She asked.

"Because I'm not going there to watch a movie, I'm going there to work" He said.

"Well then take her with you now, let her learn some things too so that she can one day help you with your work" She said as she gently held his hands.

"Hmm, help me with my work fa kika ce? How can she be of help to me when she's incompetent? She's a girl" He said.

"Yes, a girl and also the only child Allah bless us with. Why can't you just accept her? Many people are out there praying to have even an handicap but here you are, Alhaji, blessed with a healthy child yet you are despising her because she's not a male child. Toh wallahi ka sani cewa Allah Yana fushi da wanda baya godewa. And talking about being incompetent, who knows if she might even be a better CEO than you? Just give her a chance and see!" She said and gently walked to me. "If he says he's not going with you, just escort him with his suitcase to the car and come back"

"Okey, mum" I said trying to be strong. I could literally feel some moist in my eyes already, I was practically touched.

"Raliya..." He summoned her but she was deaf to his calls while heading upstairs. She seemed so very angry. "Toh, ni sai dai na dawo kenan" He uttered walking out of the mansion.

As speechless as I was, I walked after him while holding his suitcase. Verily, surprised was I the moment I handed him his suitcase and he told me to hop into the car as well. "Thank you, sir" I smiled though his face was frowned.

Just as we arrived at our new cement factory, we were welcomed humbly by the staff members. Nina, my father's secretary introduced me to nearly all the staff there. "...and this is Faisal Bashir, our chief accountant" She said.

"Nice to meet you" I said smiling.

"The pleasure is mine" He winked at me. Actually, he was black but cute.

After the introduction, she took me to a conference room where I met my father and other boad members of the Cooperation having a grand meeting.

"Please, permit me to introduce Fatimah Bulama, the sole heir of this company..." Nina said while walking me to a chair.

Thus, my father nodded at her.

"Thank you, sir" She said and just then she clapped together with the board members before asking me to sit down.

"Thank you, dad" I bowed to him. "And thanks to you all" I said to the board members. "And I really appreciate it!"

"You're welcome" They chorused. Thus, I sat down and the meeting continued.

"So, what were you saying Mr Ayodeji?" My father said and then a man cleared his throat and began talking his mind.

"Actually sir, it is about our biggest rival — The DAF Limited. I heard both Alhaji Dolari and his wife have been denied visa to return back from their trip overseas, and now the company is under the full control of Jasraa" He said.

"Their daughter?" My father asked.

"Yes, sir" The man said and continued. "And sir, she's planning on joining her hands with Yargote in order to boast their cement production. She's clever"

"And Yargote has obviously been our enemies since the day we ended our partnership" Another man chimed in.

"Yes!" Mr Ayodeji said and continued. "I fear lest they file more lawsuits against us concerning our past joint production of recently discontinued B&Y Paints"

"That girl, how old is she?" My father queried referring to the CEO of DAF.

"Jasraa? She's 29 I guess" A man said.

"No," Mr Ayodeji chimed in. "She's 26"

Thus, my father heaved a sigh and then glanced at me. He must be scared already how a girl of 26 was about taking away his cement market. Now I believed he would start respecting women. We are not weak or naive!

"I think we should partner with Zaki Group" My father said sipping water.

"Zaki Group?" A woman queried. "Will Ahmad Jaafar Zaki agree? Sir, the last time I checked he wasn't interested in any cement production whatsoever!"

"Do we have any choice? We must try and see first, today is not yesterday" My father said as he shut down his laptop.

"Okey sir" The woman nodded.

"Do we all agree?" My father asked.

"Yes, sir!" They all chorused.

And that was how the meeting ended.

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Hello everyone, I hope you enjoyed this chapter? There may be update soon In Shaa Allah, I just hope we get light soon.

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