ZOYA'S POV:

What!! What did he just say now? Did he really mean that?
Ahhhhh!! I stamped my foot.

"How can I work here? The men in this company are all same." I pursed my lips.

I moved out of his cabin only to get stumbled with his personal assistant.

" Congratulations, Ms. Zoya."

"Thank you", I smiled back at her, putting the strand of my hair behind my ear.

"Come on, let me show you, your cabin."

"Yes, please." I smiled.

We walked towards the elevator and she pressed the seventh floor on the button. All the time inside the elevator, she was checking me out which made me feel very weird.

TINGGG...

The elevator stopped. She walked out and I simply followed her.

"Just within a day, everything changed sooo quickly." She remarked.

"Changed?" I asked.

"Yes, Mr. Jamal is out and you are very much in." She winked at me.

"Here is your cabin," she raised her palm and I found a closed door with a nameplate displaying the name
"Mr. Jamal Khan" with underwritten the word "Editor".

I opened the door and we walked I slowly placed my handbag on the table and seated myself on the high-end chair.

A deep emotion-filled up my heart. I never thought that I will be working as an Editor of such a big brand although, for the last few years, I was trying hard to get some attention for my book from this publication house. I felt as if my passion for my writings will surely get some exposure now.

"Actually, whatever Mr. Khan did was absolutely correct. He deserves to be thrown out. But, I wonder why Mr. Khan did that for you!"

Her words brought me back from my trance.

Sorry? What did you say? I didn't get it.

"Yes, Mr. Khan did all this for you? But can you tell me, why?" She asked curiously.

"For me?"

"Yes, everyone in this office knows that Mr. Khan fired Jamaal Sir, because of you." She smirked.

"Me? What rubbish!!" I questioned.

"Yes, very much and have given you his post. The post of the editor." She stressed the last sentence a little.

"What?" I half- shrugged my shoulder.

"Yes, but, why Mr. Zain Ahmed Khan is doing so much for you, hmmm?  She raised her eyebrow with again that damn smirk on her face."

"I'm working here for almost 7 years, I haven't seen him noticing my presence ever. He never looks up at any woman. Then, what so special about you?" She creased her eyebrow.

"Zayn Ahmed Khan?" I furrowed.

"Yes, Zayn Ahmed Khan. Our boss."

"I heard this name before.  God!! But where?" I muttered while tapping my finger on the table.

Suddenly, I stopped only to question her.

"But this company belongs to Mrs. Humana, right?"

"Yes, Humana Ma'am is the chairman of this company and Mr. Zayn is the CEO. And also the one and only son of Mrs. Humana Khan."

"You didn't know that? She questioned me.

I shook my head a little, thinking deeply about the name that I just heard...."ZAYN AHMED KHAN".

Anyways, I need to go back to my desk. If you want, you can stay here." She continued with a smile.

"Yaa, I wanna check the cabin a little,"  I said doubtfully.

"Why a little! After all, it's all yours, sweetheart. Enjoy." She winked.

"Okay bye, then. Will see you tomorrow." She said.

I stood up, smiled at her, and said "bye" softly. 

And she left, closing the door behind her.

"Zayn Ahmed Khan."
"Zayn Ahmed Khan."
"Zayn Ahmed Khan." I started fidgeting.

"God! But Where? I'm sure I heard this name before but where? Why do I feel that I have seen him somewhere too" 

"Allah...I'll go mad." I bite my lower lip.

The extension phone on my desk started ringing and I picked up only to hear an enticing voice.

"Ms. Zoya."

"Yes?" I uttered doubtfully.

"ZAYN AHMED KHAN"

"Yeees..... Yes Sir."  I stuttered a little

"There are lots of pending works piled up as Mr. Jamal, the previous editor wasn't efficient enough."

"Hmm..." I uttered softly 

"So, I want you to come tomorrow at 7 in the morning and not 9."

"Hmm..." I repeated the same. To be honest my focus point wasn't on his words rather it was on his voice.

"What hmm? Am I clear to you? "

"Yes, Sir." 

"Good. See you at seven in the morning, then."

"Seven? But sir, it's quite early."

"So?"

"No, but I was like....."

"Don't give excuses. Tomorrow sharp at 7...Am I clear?"

"Hmmm..."

"Loud and clear...."

"Yes, Sir," I said loudly this time.

"Good. Now go to the second floor and get your appointment letter from the HR department." He ordered.

"Yes, Sir. Thank you."

He cut the call.

"Idiot..... What the hell he thinks of himself !! Office at 7...huh!! That means I need to wake up at least at 5:45 in the morning.  Allah, it's too early!!" I fisted my hand.

"I guess that's the time for the housekeeping staff to enter. Am I a housekeeping staff here?..... Ufff." I yelled banging the table with my palm.

 "Aaaahh"...I rubbed my palm as stupidly I hurt myself.

"This voice, oohhhh. It's so very known one." 

"Okay." An idea clicked and I immediately took out my mobile phone from my handbag, unlock my phone, scroll down to Google, and type, "Zayn Ahmed Khan" on the search tab, and within seconds, 13,60,000. results popped up.

I scrolled a little down and I was shocked to see the name, "Khan group of Industries". 

"What! Khan Group of Industries. Hmm... Zayn Ahmed Khan." Now I know, who you are !! So, it's not a job but slavery." My eyes were red in anger.

" You made your editor resigned and then offered me his post, to punish me. And now you want me to come at 7 in the morning. Now, I will surely come at 7, Mr. Zayn Ahmed Khan. Because even I want to show you what Zoya Ali is all about. I thought it was over, but I was sooo wrong. This is just the beginning."

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