Hi peeps. I am so excited for this.Here u go with my Chapter 3. :)
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Clayton's Workshop
Aaliya's POV
This Abdullah guy.. he's got into my head so quickly. Did u not know? My usual workload at Clayton's is like a loads n loads of tons. Hehe, that sounded stupid didn't it?
"Miss Haider." I jump at the voice. Abdullah!
"Aaliya." I correct him.
"I don't think u shud have any prblm with me calling u Miss Haider."
"I don't, Mr. Abdullah."
"Same goes. Zain, please."
"Sure." I shudder. "What brings you here, Mr. Abdullah?"
"You." Excuse me?
"I'm sorry." I say my ears deceiving me.
"No I'm sorry. I am just kiddin. I needed some wares."
"What can I help you with?"
"Telling me a few things.. you work here?"
"Yes."
"For how long?"
"About 6 months."
"What makes you work here?"
"I'd love to give an interview, Mr. Abdullah. But I am paid here to you know.. WORK! So I'll love to talk, but I'm busy. I have some customers to attend to."
"I can pay you."
"Excuse me?" What the!
"Don't take me the wrong way."
"I don't know which way shall I take you."
"I meant.. I can pay you to work for me."
"WORK for you?"
"Yes,, have u graduated?"
"Why r u even asking? You r the biggest stalker.. you know I have."
"Hey I don't stalk okay. You forced me to."
"Forced you? How can I force you to stalk me?"
"Your looks.. can." He winks.
"Don't waste my time. I am fully content with my job. I don't need another job to get hassled with it again. And if u r done, I'd like to continue for my job. Which I am being paid.. to WORK for!"
"Alright. It was lovely to meet you Miss Haider."
"It's not a mutual feeling, Mr. Abdullah."
Crap! Aaliya.. you just insulted him! Are u frikin' frazy?
"Good-bye Miss Haider."
"Hope we do NOT meet again, Mr. Abdullah." I glare at him.
"It's not a mutual hope too, Miss Haider." Flaunting his charms, he walks off the door. Outside it accompanies his bodyguard. We walks off ignoring whatever the bodyguard says and enters the car.
"Aaaliya!" Joe, my employer n the head, calls me.
"Yeah, coming." Giving one last glance to the the now disappearing vehicle I skid off to the counter.
"Mr. Abdullah wanted you to deliver this." He hands me a bag.
"What?" I glare at him.
"Don't overreact, Aaliya. Joe, I'll deliver it." Stace, my co-employer, said.
"No. Mr. Abdullah specifically told me to ask you to deliver it."
"But Joe, I am not comfor-"
"Is anyone comfortable working here, Aaliya?"
"No.. my apologies. I'll go."
Crap!
Mr. Abdullah.. here i come!
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Thanks everyone, for reading.
I've got loads n loads of work to do.
PM in a while. :)
Naina ko kehti hu, woh kregi.
And I'll throw her in the bawdi if she dsnt.
-Tani.
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