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Nayal and Sean. Happy times.... *sigh*
Nayal
"You either won a £200,000 lottery or you have given me the ultimate reason to fire you." Without looking up from the forensic report, I snarled at Taylor.
In the next few minutes I realized that my words made no dent on her as she stood beside my chair smiling brightly and occasionally squealing.
"Taylor....." I warned her in a low voice.
"You went on a date!"
"It wasn't a date!" I challenged in the same tone.
"Still! What'd she wear? Where did you guys go? Brighton Pier? Hyde Park?" I turned around 180° glancing at my assistant who was acting more like my annoying sister.
"Tell tell, sir!"
I'm so going to kill Sean for hiring practically a teen!
"A girl needs her gossips! You know what people in this office think of you?" I raised a brow at her, signalling her to continue. "They think that...." She cocked her head around nervously.
"Speak up!" Well, it might surprise me.
"Thatyouaregayandhaven'tcameout." Before I could grasp her words she disappeared from the room and I was happy enough not to say a word.
"This was dropped off for you. There's an urgent stamp on it too." Her professional tone was restored when she came back fifteen minutes later.
There was nagging feeling as I eyed the brown document bag, maybe because I didn't pray Fajr today. Reciting Astaghfirullah, I removed the seal pulling out a single sheet. My pupils contracted and expanded at the same time as I squinted and widened my eyes at the same time. In a fraction of second I dashed towards the elevator, stopping myself from jumping down the 20th floor.
Damn the downtown morning traffic!
Punching the wheel with all the energy in me gained a few glances from the neighbouring cars. This explains everything. Every effing thing that happened in the past months.
"Can I get off early?" I focused on the watch hugging my wrist.
"It's five right now." Sean never asked for nights off.
"Yeah. Maybe six-ish?" From the doorway I could see tiny drops of sweat glistening on his forehead.
"Sure. But your with Zeeniya tomorrow. 8 to 12." I could recite her witness protection duties in my sleep.
"I'll be there." I nodded blindly putting my trust in him.
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