Zayn POV:

"Ms. Zoya. You can go back to your cabin and get the work done by twelve." I asserted.

She narrowed her eyes a little and nodded at me with a little confusion.

"Good! You can leave now. And Andrew, come to my cabin." I ordered.

"Yaa..." Andrew replied.

I immediately walked inside the cabin without wasting a single second looking them there.

"God, this girl! What the hell she think of herself!! How can she just let anyone kiss her every now and then? This is my damn office and not a place to have fun." I bang my hands on the table.

"Heyy!! What's wrong with you, Zain?"

"What's wrong with you, damn it?" I barked at him.

Me? He questioned.

"This is my office and not a place for you to have fun." I roared.

"Wai...wai...Wait. It seems you are jealous." He asserted with a smirk on his face.

"Jealous? Me? I think you have lost your senses. You are forgetting that you are talking to Mr. Zain Ahmed Khan."

"I know that well." He seated himself on a chair.

"But at the same time, I can feel the anger and jealousy behind those words." He concluded with a grimace.

"Shut up." I gritted my teeth.

He smirked.

I took two steps towards my chair and rested on it.

I looked at him only to realize that he was continuously gazing at me with a wicked smile on his face.

"What!!" I asked.

"You like her, right?" He asked.

"Again, you started with your stupid questions." I started pressing a few keys on my laptop.

"I didn't start anything but yes, if you are not interested then, I would like to start a new chapter of my life with Zoya for sure." He asserted.

"Get out!" I gritted my teeth.

"What!!"

"Yes, you heard me right. Leave. Just get out." I varied at him again.

"See, I knew it, that you like her." He affirmed.

"No, I just can't let all these stupid nonsense things happen here."

"What nonsense! I truly like her and what if with the time, it turns into love." He stated.

"Leave." I banged my hands on the table.

"Jesus! I'm leaving. But you can't stop, remember that." He winked and shut the door at his back.

I leaned back in my chair but an angry frown creased my forehead.

"I can't stop. 
I can't stop.
I can stop."
I mumbled while pinching the bridge of my nose.   

"He challenged me...huh!!!"  I threw paperweight somewhere on the floor.

I stood and walked to my office's glass wall, with hands tucked in my pockets, overlooking the view of midtown from the top floor but Andrew's words didn't leave my mind when my cell phone rang. Pulling it out from my pocket, I connected it without bothering to look, I answered.

"Zayn Ahmed Khan speaking," with my eyes still trained to the tiny cars, peoples walking here and there.

"Sir, I'm Emma."

"Who?"

"Sir, your assistant. Emma."

"Tell me."

"Extremely sorry to bother you. I tried to reach out to the HR team too. Sir, actually I need an emergency leave. My father has been hospitalized. It's an emergency, Sir. I have emailed you and the HR team too. It's really important, Sir. Please grant me a leave for a week. Please, Sir."

Something was going inside my head.

"Sir. Hello. Sir." She continued.

I waited for a couple of minutes, before uttering the words,
"A month".

"No sir. Just a week."

"A month. You will get a paid leave for a month."

"For a month?  But Sir, I need a leave for a week only."

"Do not show your face before a month else you will end up getting a termination letter. Am I clear?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good. Enjoy your holiday and take care of your dad."

"Thank you, Sir."

I disconnected.

"I can stop, Andrew.
And. I. Will. Stop." I snarled.

I immediately left my cabin and stomped out. I pressed the button and waited for a minute. The door of the elevator opened and I hurriedly stepped inside. I pressed the seventh floor on the button. I licked my lips and tightened my tie.

The door of the elevator opened again but at her floor, this time, and I walked out towards her cabin.

I slowly opened the door and found her sitting on her chair, checking the papers with a pen between her teeth. She has tied her hair up to a bun but a few strands of her dark brownish curls felt gently on her forehead. Her eyes were the color of the precious jade.  She looked disheveled but immaculate at the same time. For some odd reasons, they seemed to make everything still and I found myself drowning in them.

I brushed away my thoughts and knocked at the door.

She looked at me. Her eyes widened with the pen still between her teeth.

She stood up immediately. And the own dropped on the table.

"Sir! Is everything fine?"

"Yes..."

"Then, you could have called me."

"Pack your things."

"Sorry!!"

"Pack all your belongings. You'll sit beside my cabin at my floor. At my assistant's desk."

"Assistant? But I'm the Editor."  She immediately argued.

"Do as I say. Do not question, me."

"But as per the appointment letter, I have been appointed as the editor and I have very much right to question regarding the same, Sir." She narrowed her eyes.

I narrowed my eyes too, taking a step close to her desk.

"My assistant is on a leave and so you have to handle my schedule too. And it's very much mentioned in the appointment letter that an employee might have to handle a few extra assigned tasks if necessary." I clarified.

She narrowed her eyes, pursed her lips, and forehead creased.

"Any more questions?" I teased.

She shook her head.

"Good. Now move in immediately because for every single thing, neither I will come down every time nor I'll make a call."

"Hmmm, Sir." Her expression hardened.

I nodded and was about to walk out, when I heard her muttering, throwing herself back on her chair with facepalmed.

"Why me?"

I turned back only to reply,

"Because I see that you have neglected your duty to engage in some small talks," I smirked.

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