ZAYN'S. POV

"What was that? I smiled.
Is it a dream or something?
Did this really happened just now?
What was her name?
Aaaahh, what was it?" I tried to remember.

"Yeah, Got it, Ziya.
No, No, No
ZOYA.
Yes, Zoya Ali." I said to myself.

I called up my secretary on his extension number.

"David, please, come inside," I commanded.

I disconnected the call and I smirked at the thought of that lady.

"What did she called me? Richie Rich.
Seriously, Richie Rich!"

Richie Rich, I remember, the fictional character of Harvey Comics. I've seen and read it in my childhood and indeed, it was one of my favorite cartoon characters. But never in my dream I've ever thought someone calling me by that name.

I laughed profoundly thinking of her reaction when she got to know my name while twirling myself slightly on my high backend chair in my office cabin.

"Oh, someone is so happy today"
The cabin door opened and I heard my friend, Armaan saying with a grin,

"Oh, Nothing like that. Come sit."

"No, No. There is must be something special, else it's hard to find Zayn Ahmed Khan with a smile and now, it's like a miracle. You are laughing all alone in the middle of your work.
Tell me what's the matter, huh."

"A call"

"What?"

"Yes, a girl called me and mistook me as a staff. She called me 'Richie Rich'."
I told Armaan with a smile.

"Huh! What! But Yes, Zayn, she is right, you are damn rich. You are the most eligible billionaire bachelor in the state currently owning hotels and various industries and none has the power or guts to raise a single finger against you. You are the top business tycoon whom even the political leaders too fear to disobey as you spend a big lump sum to fund them.

"Yeah, but at the same time, she thinks I'm arrogant, rude, and selfish," I said.

"Oh, come on. That's what any ordinary girl will think about any billionaire. But we all know very well how you respect others feeling and value relationships more than anything and that's the reason why the media has tagged you as 'Most Down to Earth Business Man'."

"Yeah, and you know, that stupid girl thinks that I actually enjoyed my forefather's hard-earned money and I'm good for nothing."

"Oh, God! Really, she said all these to you. I'm having an urge to meet her, huh. She is something. What's her name?"

"Zoya," I replied.

"Wow, What a beautiful name!"

"But you know that, I'm not one of those who enjoys their fore father's money." I asserted.

"Armaan, it was time when we were not very rich but can't be called as poor too. My father had a manufacturing company but after my father's death in an accident, I took over his company at an early age of eighteen. Age in which most of the boys would prefer to hang out and spend money over girls. But for me, it was a big 'No'. I took all the responsibility and took care of my Mom and my grandma. I love them from the core of my heart. They are my family. They're my life. But my Love....., she left me as in those days when I was struggling, couldn't able to give her time ànd even meet her demands. But she is still there in my heart. And I don't mind waiting for the rest of my life for her to come back to me."

"Just forget about her. She is not worthy at all. I told you several times to throw her out of your system. How can you just forget what she did to you? I have seen you working hard and it's entirely your hard works that has paid you today." He barked at me.

"It was a heavy responsibility on my shoulder to take care of my family, to protect them, and at the same time, I was struggling with my business. But in no time the responsibility turned to a massive one with years and with my experience I succeeded and I become powerful. I became wealthier and today I've spread out industries and companies wider all over the world.
Frankly speaking, there is always billions in my bank account and I don't even know exactly how much I owned. Because for the last twelve years, all I knew to work and earn." I explained.

I'm a very punctual man. And I want everything to be perfect around me.
And so I was in my cabin right at 9 in the morning. After checking my emails on my laptop, I was going through some important files when I received the call from State Financial Incorporates. I was actually waiting for the call. But what happened after that was beyond my expectations.

Zoya... I must say, it's a beautiful name but the way she thrashes me with her words was something that I can't even describe.

She disconnected the call after she got to know my name because surely she was too embarrassed to talk to me any further.

But for me, Time is Money. And it was important for me to discuss some important investment issues with their investment advisor.

But this girl....she just disconnected the call and not even bother to call me back.

"So what are you thinking?" He asked.

"Should I call back at the number?"

"No, no. It's not at all a good idea." Armaan suggested.

"Then, should I wait for some more time?"

"No. Why should you wait? Damn it. They need Khan Industries. Not you. There are so many experienced investment companies here.
Why should you wait for their call? Just terminate the agreement with them." He told.

"No, it won't be a good idea at all. As they are handling our Investments for the last seven years and they are the best in their work." I explained to him.

A knock on my door stopped our conversation.

"Yes, Come in," I said.

" Thank you, Sir". My secretary said.

"David, please ask State Financial Incorporates to call me."

He immediately nodded and was about to leave when I stopped him.

" David, wait. I'll give you a number, you ask the person to call me."

"Yeah, sure Sir," He said with a smile.

I was scrolling my phone to get the number from my call history when my phone started to ring from the very same number.

Automatically, a smile appeared on my face and I signaled my secretary, David to leave before receiving the call.

"Who's call is that?" Armaan questioned.

"Zoya"

I received the call immediately.

"Hello! Sir, I'm Annie your Investment Advisor from State Financial Incorporates. Sorry for being late, Sir. You have an appointment with us today." The voice replied.

I was dismayed to hear someone else as I was expecting Zoya to give a call.

What happened to her? Why didn't she give a call?
Is she too embarrassed to call me?

The lady on the call was explaining to me something but I couldn't focus on her much.

The very next moment, I found myself asking her,

"Where is She?"

"Sorry Sir, Pardon. I couldn't get it?" the voice asked.

"Where is Zoya? The lady who called me before." I questioned her.

"Sir, Zoya .. Zoya Ali", she enquired.

"Hmm."

"Sir, She left." The voice informed me.

"Left?"

"Sir, I mean she has just resigned from the job."

"WHAT??"

I disconnected the call.

"What happen Zayn?" Armaan enquired.

Zoya resigned.

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