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"Oh, darling. You can't fix yourself by breaking someone else."
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Gulf Mall – 3rd January 2018
RETREATED IN THE CORNER SEAT of the Starbucks Coffee shop, Myra Azar sketched snowflakes on the last page of her diary. She included little dots and more crystals within the smaller circle to embellish.
Satisfied, she looked up and noted more customers ordering takeout thus keeping the place cleaner and calmer in the cold month of January.
Heat seeped from the blonde cappuccino cup when she wrapped her fingers around it. Adding extra sugar and stirred, the three hearts coffee art lost in the sea of creamy foams. On the tray her almond croissant and plum Danish were unconsumed. Wrapped in the tissue paper, she laid them inside her medium cross body bag.
Her little brother Zaynoul can have them as a late night snack.
Setting her second dark chocolate mocha on the table, Kristen, her mother's secretary, plopped on the opposite wooden chair. Myra closed the diary without delay.
"You took your time," she hinted, picking her cup and leaned against the olive green wallpaper.
"A woman in an expensive abaya by the way ordered twelve espressos, twenty bagels and brownies. Most of the baristas engaged with her order. These rich women always buy in bulk."
"Her family must be extended," Myra joked.
Once upon a time her family too used to shop in group of fifteen to twenty people. At lunch, the group will stay put while one or two adults will deal with buying same food for everyone.
"Anyways, did you go through the past records and documents?"
Myra nodded and proclaimed, "Yes, it strikes as easy to me."
Kristen took a long sip and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
"To be honest Myra you're too young to be in charge of Zeenat Mahal. I don't doubt your talent since you're trained by the best. However as far as communication skills are concerned, you need to break out of your shell. Your mother can attract customers even though they complained that the price for renting the wedding hall can be overpriced. As for you, it's complicated to say."
Myra hid her dejection behind a tight smile.
Either her elder brother or sister should have been the director. Now it's her job to be in charge of the wedding hall, Zeenat Mahal, named after her maternal grandmother.
"So I'm supposed to be my mother's assistant's assistant for another few months?"
Kristen chuckled.
"Don't worry little one, there will come a time where you'll be my boss and I'll be your assistant, fetching you lunch from your favorite restaurants or go for your personal errands. There's no need for you to rush and besides your mother preferred you fully prepared before becoming independent. You turned twenty yesterday, enjoy your youth while you can. Trust me; the nine to five routine will drag you to the point of frustration. Everyone deserves a life with no regrets."
