Mine (2): {My moon: denyingly his}

Firdaus

"Why is the email yet not sent to Mr. Collins?" I questioned, sternly.

"Sir actually there was a problem with the-"

" What excuse are you going to give me Janet?" I yelled. " You know that how much important is Mr. Collins to us, don't you?"

"Sir I am really sorry for the delay. I will send it now." Janet, my secretary answered.

"Better it is sent. As fast as you can. Leave now." I ordered.

Mr. Collins was the CEO of Collins & company. We are thinking about opening a hotel in California, but there are things to be discussed before it is confirmed.

There are files in front of me, scattered in front of me, on the desk. I start to go through the first file which I saw when my phone starts to buzz, in my pocket.

"Assalamualaikum Rafa." I answered. Well Rafa is the nick name for Rafa, Rehan uncle's elder son. We are good friends though.

"Walaikumasalam Asad. How are you man?" He replied.

"All good. Alhamdulillah's. What about you dude?" I asked.

"Allhamdullilla Asad. How's everyone in the family?? And before you ask about mine, all are fine in my family. Allhamdullilla." He said.

"Allhamdullilla. What makes you call today??" I questioned.

"Business man! Business. I am faxing you some important details that you wanted to know about the place which you are looking for in California. It has every detail, even the number of the owner. Go through it and let me know if you want to know any other information." He answered my question.

"Thanks man. Thanks for doing it, even when you have your own business to handle." I thanked.

"OH, let it be Asad. I can do it even when I have things to take care of." He boomed.

"Okay man. Stop being so loud. I will go through the information then." I uttered, as the fax machine dinged, and it started to print the information sent to it.

"Fine then. Allah-hafiz."

"Allah-hafiz Rafa." I replied and took the paper with information on the fax machine.

Going through the information, I am pleased. This is exactly the place I am looking for the hotel. Well let's see what the dealer has to say on it. I would personally have to go there though.

I once again go through the paper. It's perfect. I open my drawer to keep the paper when I see something. A photo. I am not shocked though, because it has been there in my desk for years. I had forgotten about the photo as I got busy with my CEO post in my company. Although I don't want to see that face again but I can never come up to throw it in the bin. Remembering about the person my anger starts to build up in my body, as I quickly shove the paper in drawer and shut it loud.

How can I forget her? I close my eyes, controlling my building rage. When there is a knock on the door.

"Come in." I answered.

" Sir you have the meeting with governor today. At 1 pm. Should I schedule your booking at the restaurant, for the meeting?" Janet asked.

"Fine do it Janet. Send the address to my driver and the governor." I directed.

"Right away sir. And yes, sir the mail has been sent to Mr. Collins."

"Better then." I replied.

"What do you think about the proposal, Mr. Purohit?" I asked the governor.

"You want to build a factory in Nizamabad for manufacturing furniture's, and you want me to pass the bill for building the roadway for your factory?" He asked.