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“Good morning Amaan!” Talia smiled, forwarding his schedule, “what can I do for you today?
“The girl in the blue dress,” he mumbled, looking at his schedule.
“What about her?” she asked, locking her hands before her.
“Make her busy. Do whatever you want with her but make her useful,” he said, giving back the schedule to baffled Talia.
“What?” she blinked.
Talia was his secretary since he started his career and, apart from Raina, was the only one to understand his temperaments. She was in her early thirties with a sharp eye for detailing, which was what Amaan liked her for. She was an efficient, fierce woman famous for her no-nonsense att
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“Can I leave too?” Asmaira asked, seeing Talia packing her stuff.“Amaan is still working. He asked you to stay back,” the latter didn’t raise her head and continued with her packing. Asmaira’s stomach grumbled on cue, making Talia halt in her action. Embarrassed, Asmaira was about to walk away when the latter offered her a box.“It’s a homemade sandwich. I had a lunch meeting so I couldn’t eat it. It should be good since I kept it in the fridge. Or if you not o—”Asmaira interrupted her, “No. I don’t mind eating.”With another low growl from her stomach, Asmaira sat on the chair and opened the box. With Amaan’s morning stunt, she lost her appetite and couldn’t eat her breakfast. And during lunch, she could hardly swallow food with time constraints. Being an introvert with zero social skills, she hid on the fire staircase. By the time she could muster up the courage to go to the cafeteria amidst the curious stare, order the food and sit, it was past her lunchtime. Thinking she would
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Asmaira stirred, and a sigh left her feeling soft and silky under her. She smiled in contentment as if she had been sleeping on a bed after a long time. A muffled sound of the door or the scraping on the floor made her frown. It was disrupting her peaceful sleep, and she wanted nothing more than to tuck in the bed forever. Her body felt strange, making her stir again to fit into another comfortable position.However, the sound of the draw being pulled too close made her eyes snap open. Her face turned in the direction only to sit up with a jolt. On the other side of the bed sat Amaan with his back to her. What frightened her were the flashes of him confronting her in the file room and the change of her clothing. Amaan, who came to find his phone’s charger on the nightstand, gave a side glance before opening the next drawer.“What….” she trailed off before shrieking in panic. He would have ignored her uncalled reaction if he hadn’t noticed the saline attached to her hand, which she
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