Thrown in the limelight, Zayn had no other choice but to walk forward. With a low bow, he apologized,"Sir, it's my fault this time. Don't blame Mike. I'm sorry."
Mr Mikhail laughed sarcastically. "Of course, it's your fault. That's what you said the last time too. Say, do you earn more cash secretly from these deliveries? The job I employed you for is the post of a cook not a delivery boy!" No one said a word. There was a pleased smile on Noor's face. He's always hated Zayn's pretentious self-righteous behavior. Everytime the latter gets into trouble, Mike is always there to rescue him. The funniest thing is that he is Mike's new roommate not Zayn so why does Mike insist on showing more compassion to Zayn than to him!? What's so good about Zayn anyway that even Mr Mikhail who's usually grumpy isn't too strict with him? Let's see how he'll get out of this mess this time. "I remember the last time this happened, I said something," Mr Mikhail looked at them. The staff exchanged a confused look. What was that? They all couldn't seem to remember what their boss had said. But all of a sudden, Noor spoke up,"Sir, you mentioned that if this kind of incident of taking someone else's shift were to happen again, the person at fault would have their monthly salary deducted by half as a punishment." Gasps rang out in the room. H—half of their monthly salary!? Some of them vaguely remember that Mr Mikhail had mentioned something like this but they'd brushed it off, thinking he was only joking or that the incident wouldn't occur again. But no... They were proved wrong and it's the same Zayn that was caught the last time that repeated it. Thinking of this, they all gave Zayn an angered look. Half of one's monthly salary? Isn't that too much??? "Good," Mr Mikhail sounded pleased at Noor's reply. He turned his gaze to Zayn and Mike who were now standing next to each other. "Who should I hold responsible this time?" Mike gulped at this. He knew his cooking skills weren't as good as Zayn's but he'd still offered to help. Isn't that what good friends do for each other? While they were living together at the camp, Zayn had helped him on several occasions so it wasn't too much for him to exchange duties with him. But now that they had been caught and told the punishment, he felt a strong sense of sadness. Half of his monthly salary? He only manages to earn 2000 dirhams per month. After deducting the rent payment and the money he needs to send back home, there is barely any money left for feeding. Now his salary is being split into half... He's already owed house rent for the previous month because he had to send more money home than usual due to the weak health of his mother. Wouldn't he get thrown out this month if he can't pay up the rent fees? Noor's eyes twinkled as he looked at Zayn and Mike, his gaze particularly strained on the latter. He could already guess what Mike was thinking. With how hesitant he looked, he's most unlikely to help Zayn out this time. But, who would have expected that Mike would suddenly raise his head and answer,"I am sir... I asked him to do the delivery for me because I was feeling a bit ill and couldn't handle the bike." Noor gritted his teeth angrily. What is wrong with this roommate of his? Zayn was also surprised because he looked at Mike. He was the one that begged the latter to help in doing his delivery because he also wanted to deliver something important so what is Mike saying now? "Sir," He immediately protested. "I'm the one at fault. I begged Mike to let me do his delivery and asked him to cover up for me so I'm the one responsible for this. I'll accept any punishment you give me." Mr Mikhail looked at the two of them with an annoyed look. "I don't appreciate these kinds of confusing answers. If one of you doesn't own up to being responsible for this, both of you will be punished!" Mike and Zayn exchanged a look. When they both didn't say a word, Mr Mikhail decided,"Then both of your monthly wages shall be split into half. If this happens again, then you two should forget about receiving any salary this month!" Then he dismissed them. He instructed one of them to go out and remove the sign they placed outside the restaurant. That's when Zayn realized that the reason why the restaurant was empty was because they had probably put out the 'closed' sign. As the staff slowly dispersed, Zayn moved forward to apologize to Mike when Noor suddenly obstructed his path. In a loud voice, the latter asked,"Are you satisfied now? You've finally gotten the poor boy who has always considered you like a friend into trouble. Some friends you are... Do you even know how Mike has been struggling, the amount of bills he has to settle and what your insolence has caused him?" Noor's loud tone stopped the staff that were already living together again. Most of them had heard Noor's words and they also noticed the disheartened look on Mike's face even though he didn't say anything. Right then, Noor appeared like a good friend/roomie worrying about his friend's well-being and his words portrayed Zayn to be an ingrate. Their colleagues began to whisper furiously while pointing at Zayn. Zayn however remained calm even though he was irritated. "What right do you have to talk about Mike's struggles in public?" He berated Noor instead. The latter clearly wasn't expecting this reply. "If you were really so concerned about him, you wouldn't have gone for that delivery and gotten him into trouble. If you must know, he will probably get thrown out of the camp this month if he is unable to pay up his bills!" The hushed voices round them grew even louder when their colleagues heard that Mike would probably become homeless this month because of what happened just now. They began to accuse Zayn openly. "It's really hard struggling as an immigrant and that boy is pretty hard working. His only mistake is having a friend like Zayn," One said."Yes. Friends are supposed to help each other not destroy one another. Why didn't he own up earlier when the boss asked?" Another chimed in. Zayn snickered quietly. Were they deaf when Mike claimed to be responsible for the offense earlier? To think of it, it was Mike that spoke first earlier. No one forced him to speak. Why does it suddenly feel like this Mike in person is a hypocrite!? "It's only fair for Zayn to give his own share of the monthly salary to Mike as compensation," Someone suggested. Others including Noor nodded in agreement. Zayn couldn't help chuckling. Such counterfeit sympathetic comments from his colleagues really makes his stomach churn in disgust. He was about to refute their words when Mike suddenly came to the little circle they formed round him. "Stop blaming Zayn okay? It was my choice to make and I was indeed at fault. I do not appreciate people poking their noses in my business, especially those that speak without filter." His words stunned the s
Just then, a loud crashing sound resounded from the office and the hallway became silent. The employees exchanged a look. What just happened? The door flew open and a heavily dressed lady came out. Her face was smudged with an awful amount of makeup, simply too much make-up. She appeared to be wearing a dress that stopped just above her knee-length. Her face was red, displaying her anger. But as she walked out, she crashed into Zayn who was about to knock on the door. "Oww," She winced in pain. She had bumped into his chest and hit her head really hard so that it hurt. She looked up at Zayn. "You wretched fellow. Are you blind? Get out of my way," She pushed him with her small handbag and left. Zayn looked around when he heard some of his colleagues snickering. Mr Mikhail walked out then. He paused to see them standing in front of his office. He seemed a bit embarrassed to see that they were there and chanced to witness the little quarrel between him and his daughter... Not li
"I'm leaving."These two words hung heavily in the air. The deathly pale figure on the bed remained motionless. Zayn ended up gripping the bony hands tightly in his hands.If it were before, Omar would have been quick to give him a befitting reply. How did that hyperactive, sharp and stern old man end up in this miserable position?A frosty look appeared on Zayn's face as he thought of the reports the doctor had given him when the illness began. The doctor mentioned that Omar had been slowly poisoned...Poisoned to the extent that it was now buried deep in his veins and was extremely difficult to cure.The doctor suggested that if he ever wanted to go further for the treatment which isn't a hundred percent reassurance, Omar would have to be flown out of the country.To do that, Zayn needed a huge sum of dirhams. His hands reached out to stroke what was left of Omar's white hair as his eyes fell on the bags of medicines on the bedside drawer.He'd worked hard at the restaurant everyda
"Mister." Zayn turned to the counter when he heard the receptionist's voice. A strange look appeared on his face as he looked at her. She had this kind of creepy smile like she was planning something— sinister. Her words confirmed his thoughts. "I could clear out a space for you to spend this night but it cost just a thousand dirhams." Zayn almost laughed when he heard her voice. Did she really believe him when he said one thousand dirhams earlier? He discreetly touched his pants pocket. He could say it boldly that the money in his pocket isn't up to half a thousand dirhams. Looking at the receptionist's expectant smile, he hesitated to burst her happy bubble but in the end, he said it. It's worth confessing more than spending the night homeless. "Actually... I only have three hundred dirhams with me." Just as he expected, the receptionist's smile was gone in a second. She gave him a look of disbelief and then shrieked,"You... With such a miserable amount, you dared
It was midday when the convoy of cars arrived at Sultan's estate. The first notable appearance in front of the main entrance of the largest villa on the land was an elegantly dressed old couple seemingly waiting for someone. The eyes of the woman whose physical appearance is concealed due to the niqāb attire she was wearing lit up happily at the arrival of the cars. She would have rushed to the cars if she wasn't held back by her husband who was similarly dressed in an expensive bisht outfit. The cars came to a stop and the doors opened one after the other. A guard came out of one particular car that looked completely different from the rest. No, it's not the color that differentiates it. It's the conspicuous sultan crest vested in front of the car. The guard opened the door of the back seat and Zayn walked out. The woman teared up at this sight. Her husband had to hold her. Zayn walked forward to them with a smile on his face. The guards followed closely behind him. One
Without answering her question, Zayn looked around the full room. There were cousins, aunts, uncles and a few people he wasn't familiar with and they all had smiles on their faces. Smiles that didn't quite reach some of their eyes. But he walked forward and greeted the elders. Hugs and exchange of pleasantries rang out in the room. "We kept probing Shaquille to know where he kept you all these years," one of his uncles commented. "Yes," Another nodded in agreement. "We couldn't be too sure he hasn't sent you abroad for another secret training." Then the man sighed and added,"If only my son was as good as you." He casted a dissatisfied look at a young man who was standing between a bevy of ladies. Zayn couldn't be bothered to answer. He simply smiled and moved on to the other relatives he wanted to greet. His steps faltered slightly as he walked to the last group of people. A young man with similar, identical physical features to him stood beside an extravagantly dressed
'I had to check moments several times to confirm that I am not seeing things. The business king is back!!' someone commented. 'Humph, you should rephrase your words. He was the ex-business king. It doesn't matter if he's back or not.' 'Regardless, business life is bound to be interesting now that he's back. Say, why do you think he disappeared for so long? He was on the verge of being the top back then.' 'So what? He didn't manage to get to the top and he wouldn't be able to do so now. There are other prominent men ruling the world now.' 'Not all of them could do what he did. A twenty-one year old man managed to make even business veterans shiver those years. Do you really think he can't do it again?' 'He won't be twenty-one forever. So many years have passed. He must be growing beards now. And I don't really believe those rumors stating he was twenty-one. It's probably a man in his thirties hiding behind a facade!' 'Why do you think he disappeared all those years? Did he perhaps
As they walked to the guests, someone called Layla and she had to leave. Shaquille led Zayn to the first guest he wanted to introduce him to. "As-salaam 'alaikum. May Allah bless his new age and grant his heart desires," the man they walked up to prayed as he greeted Shaquille. A single glance at him was enough to make Zayn recognize him. The man standing in front of him is Hussain Malik. A well-known name. There are four families currently leading the wealthy business board in UAE. The first one is Al Ghurair, a diversified conglomerate. The Sultan's family comes second. They specialize in industrial conglomerates, one that has slowly grown into an empire. The next family is Hussain, Hussain Malik. The family's gold mine is real estate. Lastly, we have Al Futtaim group, an auto dealer and investments consortium. There are other remarkable families but these are the ones Zayn could remember for now. The latter smiled genuinely and folded his hands. "Amin. Wa ‘alaikum