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BORNO EMIRATE COUNCIL.

"If you don't learn to keep that your little mouth shut, I will make sure you don't get into that plane yourself." Came Sa'eed's everyday reply to his best friend's endless talks and rants.

Few minutes later, the pilot told him that the jet is okay and will move without problem. He made his way in his panther like grace to said jet, the guards parting ways for him to pass through. He is a man of few words but those words are enough to make or ruin your life. Those words could also make you pee on your pants unknowingly, he has that power with words. They are always very pungent and acrid, just like his hardened face when mad.

Arriving at Chad, he went straight to the government officials who were very pleased to see him off in their place. They gave him a warm welcome and someone might think he is the President of Nigeria himself not a Prince. He sat at the head table waiting for the so called person to come but he heard a bad news, he didn't like hearing such confident words rolling off anybody except him. And he thought he has the whole confidence in him but no, there is someone out here with the remains.

"We are going to see, Mss. Khalid." One of them told him, adjusting the glasses sitting atop his fat nose. All wrinkles around his face squeezed at his words giving him an ugly look.

That isn't what Sa'eed wants to think about though. The fact that he said Mss. meaning the so called person he's been wanting to meet is a woman, to top it all, she might be young. Knowing the people in Chad, they mostly are married or widows so hearing that Mss. didn't sit quite well with him. Mu'adh could only stifle a chuckle seeing how his best friend's razors sharp jaw ticked in irritation at the name of Mss. This should be fun, he can't wait for some more fun when he's been bored the whole hour ride there because his boss is disinterested.

"Who is this, Mss. Khalid, might I ask?" His curiosity is getting the best of him and he can't help keeping his mouth shut knowing he might just be meeting a small girl wanting attention.

He's dealt with a lot of women like that in the past to know they are only attention seekers. Those spoilt brats that are about to become CEO's right after graduating from university without the taste of knowledge about the business world. He could deal with her with just a flick of his finger which relaxed him again. He's got this deal whether she likes it or not, he needs it. He is Sa'eed El-kanemi after all, no deal could slip off his fingers when he is dead on having one. Not when he has promised to make it, he won't back down no matter what.

"Mr. El-Kanemi, we've tried our best to pursue her but she is not budging and demand that she wants to see you first. We have an appointment in twenty minutes." Another explained from the other end of the table which only irritate him further.

What?! He needs an appointment to see some spoilt brat who got a small company to manage? This doesn't sit well with him and if not that he is desperate to get his work and project done, he would've left the country without any other look. That is the last thing he will ever offer to Chad, he's gone through a lot just for them. Left his home when he is desperately needed there, so much for being a gentleman.

"Shall we?!" He adjust his suit and stood up, looking at the men.

The men stood up and made their way out to the waiting cars outside the building. Mu'adh already arranged a car for them, an expensive one to be exact so they settle inside the BMW and left following the cars in front of them. They don't even know where they are going but asked the drive to not miss them just for safety measures. None of them knew around Chad though Sa'eed knows where he wants to build his next business, they still are guests in that foreign country.

"I never thought that this person is going to be a woman. I thought it might be an old man holding onto his house like his life thinking the memories of his dead wife will be back in some way." Mu'adh commented, shaking his head in process but all the while snickering at his friend's despair and irritation.

He feed on that!

"Hold your thoughts to yourself." Sa'eed's deep voice rumble out from his chest as his fingers continue to fly on the keyboard in his Mac. He is probably telling and declining some useless emails asking them for construction.

"I was just telling you something I thought before." Mu'adh rolled his eyes when his best friend didn't even acknowledge his presence for the next few minutes. He is used to getting ignored by that man so that is not something he is going to hold grudge on, nop.

Shortly, the cars stopped in front of a small blue building. Seeing the government officials filing out of their cars, Sa'eed got out and adjust his well tailored Brioni suit. His mind is set and so does his eyes as they stare at the building like he was about to burn it down without the use of any bulldozer. He can't wait to see who the heck this woman is that is making him suffer instead of just handing it down to him. The building is already old and about to fall off. Who won't be happy to get rid of this?!

Stepping into the office, he bumped into a lady who stood up abruptly and started lashing out on him. What entranced him was her voice, it was so thin yet melodic that even with his heart not beating, he knew that voice will make any man succumb to her needs. But then again, this woman is saying so many things in her mother language so he didn't get what she is talking about and could only stare at her.

She is fair, very fair, even fairer than all the Chadians he's met so far. Maybe bisque complexion. Her skin is flawless, her eyes blaze with fire that he could see burning underneath those light brown irises and pupils. Her brows are perfectly arched, very full and dark. He could see the baby hairs lining the front of her head where her veil didn't close much. Her nose is thin and fit her face perfectly then comes her thin plump lips that is coated in nude lipstick.

A colour that makes it way more plump and sensual.

"...you can't just walk into someone's company and bump into them then stare at them. Didn't your momma teach you about the 'staring is rude' line?" She arched a brow at the man even though she knew she shouldn't play with fire.

Suhayr knew exactly who she is talking to after seeing the way the government officials' mouth hung on the floor hearing her insulting his forefathers in Arabic/French. She was already in a bad mood after her time with her best friend the day before and the deal she took which she doesn't know whether she will ever be able to fulfill it. That is not how she planned her day the day before but it had to turn out like that. Fuck herself for being a daredevil!

The man, no, the powerful influential person standing a good foot above her is not someone she wants to deal with at that moment, not when she is in a bad mood. She could see the same fire igniting behind his dark fathomless gaze making her narrow her bitchy eyes. This man here is going to be like her or close to her in lighting flames. She is already pitying the government officials that will have to go through the meeting with them.

The man looks like he is no quitter just like her though hers is already withering. All she needs to do is make sure she gets on his skin before giving up. She is still standing dead on getting that money from him whether he likes it or not. She is already at the verge of bankruptcy, so why not use that as her opportunity to become rich? She needs money to survive when all she wants to do is tour around the whole world.

Nop, she might have to keep some things aside and makes sure her dare is fulfilled so she won't start losing any bet. She's never lose one and she won't start now at any cost.

"Al-salâm aleki; Greetings." Were the first words that roll down from Sa'eed's mouth so Suhayr knew she has to work hard on this man. That day is going to be a very long eventful day, she could see it already.