~Ljubljana, Slovenia~

He fixed the collar of his white shirt as he walked down the steps. He moved his head from one side to the other as he studied at the people in the casino. He offered the two guards by the door a nod of acknowledgement as he made his way over to the rail. Placing both his hands on it, he looked down and observed all the men and women in the casino playing one game or another; gambling money, land, and even life just to win or fail.

His eyes fell on a white man in a table of roulette with three other men. All of them dressed in suits. However, his full attention is on the white man with a cigar in his mouth. The man wasn't short; he was pretty much the same height as him. The three buttons of the white under his maroon tux unbuttoned. Because of that you can see the tattoo running from his neck downwards. His long dirty blonde hair tied into a low ponytail. All his fingers are covered with gold and silver rings giving him the signature bad look; his wrist covered with a gold watch. His nose; slightly crooked, clearly have been broken before.

Benjamin Fedriko.

The way the Ben's eyes watch his opponents was menacing yet sweet at the same time. Clearly he's the kind of people that'll end you while smiling manically as if it's not. His smile widened when he won the bet making the three other men walk away in defeat, one of them going to the extent of hitting the table in annoyance. Ben picked up one of the numerous dollar bundles on the table and chuck it in the air. Picking another one he chucks it on the lady that stood next to him; clearly his girlfriend or just a night stand.

He moved his gaze away from the Ben and started walking down the stairs. His gaze met that of the man standing behind Benjamin all dressed up in a black suit with his hands crossed in front of him.

"Mr. Benjamin Luca Fedriko" Kamal said once he was standing by the same table Benjamin is; a smile on his face making his eyes slightly squint.

Ben looked away from the lady next to him and to Kamal, "And you are..."

"Kamal" He said sitting on the stool in front of him.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, his voice coming out throaty and husky.

"Why to play of course. I want to try my luck with the Benjamin Fedriko"

Ben chuckled revealing his white teeth, "Ste prepricani da zelite narediti tega fanta? (You sure you want to do this boy?) I don't play fair" he said placing both his hands on the table between them, his Italian accent distinct.

Kamal smiled which slowly turned into a grin, "Se bojite starca? (Are you scared old man?)"

"Never" Ben shook his head starting to like Kamal, "Koliko stavis? (How much are betting)" he asked eying him up and down as if to see if his bet is worth his game.

"En milijon(One million)"

Ben huffed looking away from Kamal and to the chick in beside him, "Tu si da igras. Pojdi iz mojega fanta (You're here to play. Get out of my sight boy). I don't play such children play" his eyes moved back to Kamal when he said children. He waved his hand in dismiss before leaning down to kiss the lady whom had been grinning since.

Kamal rolled his eyes, "Pet milijonov (Five million)" he offered again.

"Evro ali dolar? (Euro or dollar)" Ben asked not really paying much attention to Kamal.

Kamal smirked, he placed both his hands on the table before intertwining his fingers, "Evro (Euro)" he said knowing it's an offer Ben can't reject.

This indeed caught Benjamin's attention because he pulled away and looked at Kamal, a smile making its way on his face, "Igramjo se poetem (Let's play then" he said placing his own bet before getting ready to throw.

Kamal watched his with hawk eyes as Ben threw chips down. A smirk made its way on his face as he realized that the man's tactics. He's using Martingale strategy. The croupier spins the wheel in one direction, and then spins a ball in the opposite direction with both the men's eyes following his action.

"Ce zmagam mi povej lokacijo starega prijatelja (If I win you tell me the location of an old friend)" Kamal said not taking his eyes off the roulette.

Ben nodded, "In ce zmagam ti vrzem se en milijon (And if I win you throw in another million)" he said knowing that he won't lose. He never loses. And he doesn't plan on losing today.

"Delo(deal)"

The ball slowly looses momentum passing through the area of deflectors and onto the wheel and the 27 ever so slowly with their eyes on it.

Kamal leaned back and smiled, "Zmagam(I win)"

Ben fisted his fists before looking up, his lips set into a straight line. The vein in his temple popping out while his knuckles turn white from gripping the table tightly. He just lost five million euro to a nobody!

Kamal didn't let this faze him one bit, "Kje je torej (So where's he?)" he didn't need to mention a name. He's sure by now Ben understands whom he's talking about.

"Laos"

Kamal grinned taking the briefcase of meny handed to him by the croupier for winning the bet, "Zadovoljstvo pri poslovanju s tabo (Pleasure doing business with you)" he said before standing up only to anger the fuming Italian man.

He turned around and started walking away back to the stairs he came. Ben's eyes followed him, he raised one of his hands and gestured to his body guards to follow Kamal and well...end him.

As Kamal walked up the stairs, his grin turns into a smirk. Once he reached the top of the stairs he heard gun shots downstairs making his smirk widen before it was followed by shouts.

"POLICIJA! VSI STE OBKROZENI! DVIGNITE ROKE IN NE POSKUSITE NICESAR (POLICE! YOU'RE ALL SURROUNDED! RAISE YOUR HANDS UP AND DON'T TRY NAYTHING)" The police yelled as they rounded all the people in the casino.

Kamal stopped in his tracks, he turned his head back and saw the secret agent he made eye contact with whom stood behind Ben is now cuffing him.

"Hvala Agent Abdullah (Thank you Agent Abdullah)"

Kamal moved his gaze away from what's happening downstairs to the cop in front of him whom is flashing him a nod of appreciation.

Kamal's grin returned, he handed the briefcase over to the cop, "V zadovoljstvo mi je (The pleasure is all mine)" he and the cop did a handshake before the cop walked down to help the others cuff the people in the casino while Kamal walked out the doors and out of the casino.

Once he made it to the parking lot that's now filled with the siren of the cops' cars, he pulled out his phone and dialed the number. He heard noise behind him but he didn't turn knowing it's the cops bringing out the criminals that he was just with few minutes ago.

The other person picked up after the third ring, "Suhad" he breathed out, "I found your friend's father in law. He's in Asia, Laos"

~*~

It's been two weeks since Jannah started her internship and it has been untroublesome since she stayed out of Mr. S's lane. Though that doesn't mean she doesn't get to see him. Except for the occasional glances he throws at her he hasn't bothered her one bit and she was beyond glad for that. Also, she and Fatimah's friendship has been getting better eventually, they're now pretty close.

She had also visited Daihaah and talked things out with her. Daihaah was at the verge of tears and couldn't stop cosseting her ever since she told her what's been really going on. At a point Jannah had to shut her up when she got fed up with being treated like a baby. It's safe to say the two are back to being all besties again.

Today being Friday, they got off work early after having a meeting with Miss Angelo whom for the first time praised them a bit. She said she has seen small improvement in them which clearly mean that Mr. S is doing his job right. As much as Jannah hates to admit it, the man does know what he's doing. He's talented at that.

Once the clock hit twelve they all were allowed to leave. Just like every other day Jannah and Fatimah walked out together talking about everything and nothing as they made their way to the parking lot.

"Are you waiting for someone? I can't see your car" Jannah said once they stood by where she parked her car. She moved her gaze around the parking lot looking for Fatimah's car but there wasn't a sign of it.

Fatimah nodded, "Yeah I'm waiting for my brother" she looked down at her wrist watch again, "He'll be here any second" she said as her voice trailed off.

Just as she said that, a sleek gray Mercedes c300 drove down the driveway slickly and pulled in the space a few feet away from them. The windows were heavily tinted so you really can't tell who's in it. But one glance at the car and you'll know that the person is loaded.

"He's here already" Fatimah said as she turned around to look at the car with the smile on her face still intact.

Jannah nodded, "Well then, I'll see you tomorrow" she said offering the girl a smile which Fatimah reciprocated.

"Ok, I'll see you Monday"

Jannah was about to turn when the car door opened and a figure stepped out of the just spoken car. He got off the car and took of his shades as he looked around the place before his eyes settled on his sister and a big smile took over his features. That is, until he looked behind her and locked eyes with a stunned Jannah and if possible he too froze at the moment.

"Suhad" she breathed out as her eyes widened; his probably mirrored hers too, except, he couldn't speak. It was like his lips were taped shut. There was something about him that wasn't like the last time she saw him though, his eyes are missing that softness it always held.

It took a second before they both recovered. But none made a move.

Jannah wanted to talk to him, to apologize for what happened last time but she couldn't find it in her to move or speak. Something tells her that this time he won't listen to her or her excuses.

"You know him?" Fatimah's words brought her out of her reverie.

And that's when her earlier words came back to her, "He's your brother?" she asked instead.

"Yeah..." Fatimah trailed off staring at her new friend before moving her gaze back to her brother. She repeated the same action for a while before sighing, "Please don't tell me you're one of his exes" she said turning around to glare at her brother slightly.

"You can say that" Jannah muttered not looking away from him.

Fatimah was about to give her brother another one of her famous lecture about him dating anyhow but he stopped her before she could even start, "Get in the car Fatimah" he said.

"But..."

"Do as I said"

She wanted to argue but decided against it seeing that he's actually serious; which he is hardly. The man has always been the jovial type, especially with his siblings but today is a different case. So, she offered Jannah one last smile before doing as her brother said leaving the two.

Suhad stood there staring at her as if waiting for her to say something but she didn't. Though, he wanted to, she just couldn't find it in her to. She honestly wanted to apologize for her action the last time they met but it's like something's holding her back.

However, their stare off was interrupted by someone whom walked up to them.

"Miss Mahmoud" Mr. S said standing a bit too close for her like but he didn't seem to care.

She looked away from Suhad whom now has his gaze on the man, "Yes"

"There's something I need to discuss with you about the designs"

"Okay..."

"I will see you tomorrow"

"But tomorrow's Saturday"

Mr. S raised his brows, "So? That doesn't mean you can't work does it?" he asked.

"It actually does" she didn't care at the moment that she's being disrespectful talking back to him like that but he can't make her work on a Saturday.

He nodded, "It's like you don't like your job"

She closed her eyes to calm herself before replying, "Of course I do" she said through gritted teeth.

"Well if that's the case then you'll meet me tomorrow to talk about the designs left, remember this is your unfinished work. So if I were you, I will be grateful that I'm actually considering helping you finish it up unless you want to get on Anna's bad side. Do you?" he taunted knowing she can't say no to that. She won't risk her job for this creep.

Her eyes narrow at him slightly, "Fine. I'll see you here tomorrow"

He shook his head, "No. I'll send you the address" he smiled placing his hand on her shoulder which she slapped away but he didn't care, instead his smile widened, "I'll see you tomorrow then" he walked away as if he doesn't know that there's someone watching everything he just did and is thinking of 1001 ways to murder him.

Jannah closed her eyes gain to calm herself from throwing insults at the man. Once she was calm she turned to look at Suhad having forgotten that he's there. She sighed, "Look Suhad...I'm sorry about—"

"Who is that man?" he asked cutting her midway.

She looked at Mr. S entering his car before looking back at Suhad, "he's my new boss" she replied lowly her anger resurfacing at the thought of ebing stuck with him tomorrow, alone.

"Your boss?" he raised one of his brows before it furrowed with the other; his lips set into a straight line.

She nodded, "Look can we not talk about him. I want to apologize for what I did the last time? Maybe later or something..." she said diverting the topic.

"Let's meet tomorrow"

"What?" she asked her eyes widening a bit, "I can't tomorrow. I have to meet my boss tomorrow you know that"

He folded his hands on his torso, "Tomorrow or never. Your pick"

Is this worth it? She though. Sure she wants to apologize, the conscience for what she did is eating her alive but is it worth at the expense of losing her job? No, she can work something out. She can meet Suhad after meeting Mr. S.

She sighed, "Fine. I'll meet you after my meeting with Mr. S" she said.

"I'll pick you up. Just be ready anytime. And if I don't meet you at that time, you can forget whatever you want to say" and with that, he didn't let her say a word more to protest because he walked away leaving here there.

So what will it be tomorrow?

Suhad or Mr. S?

Apology or work?

~*~

So....Kamal knows Suhad and he's...well..

Okay Suhad and Jannah ehen, what will her decision be?

And Mr. S...

Toh you can all calm down now, ansamo inda Big Boss yake. Ashe gayen ya bar kasa.

Okay goodnight.

Love, Jannah.