The female director leaned back in her chair, her arms crossed as she observed Zayn with a curious expression.Unlike the other directors who were quick to anger, she seemed to be taking pleasure in the situation. She had always been interested in the younger son of the chairman, his reputation for being a maverick and unpredictable preceded him."So, Mr. Zayn," she said, her tone laced with amusement. "What do you plan to do now?"Zayn looked at her, slightly taken aback by her question. He had expected her to be just as furious as the others. But as he studied her expression, he realized that she was genuinely interested in what he had to say."Well, I plan to continue doing my job, just as I have been doing," he replied calmly, meeting her gaze head-on. "I'm not sure what else there is to do."The female director nodded, a small smile still playing on her lips. "Interesting," she said. "I like a man with a plan. But let me ask you something, Mr. Zayn. Do you think you can handle
Zayn made sure to keep a safe distance from Mike as they both walked towards the company building. He didn't want to risk being recognized too soon, especially since it was his own secret company.As they entered the building, a secretary greeted them and asked Mike to follow her to the CEO's office. Zayn hung back, pretending to look at his phone as he watched them leave.As he stood there, he noticed one of the security guards giving him a curious look. He knew he had to do something to ease the guard's suspicion. Once the secretary and Mike were out of sight, Zayn let out a sigh of relief and walked towards his personal elevator. Just as he was about to press the button, he heard a voice behind him."Hey, excuse me," the security guard said, approaching Zayn. "Can I see your ID, please?"Zayn quickly thought of a response. "Oh, sorry about that. Actually, I don't have my ID on me, but that's okay. I own this place," he said confidently, flashing a smile.The security guard looked
"Mike, are you okay?" Zayn asked gently, placing a hand on his shoulder. "You don't have to explain anything if you don't want to, but if there's something troubling you, we're here to help."Mike took a deep breath and wiped away his tears. "I'm sorry, I just can't believe this is happening," he said, his voice shaking slightly."What do you mean?" Samir asked, leaning forward in his chair."I mean...I didn't expect any of this," Mike replied, his eyes darting between Zayn and Samir.Mike hesitated for a moment before finally speaking up. "It's just been a tough few weeks," he said, his voice trembling slightly. "My mother passed away a few days ago, and I've been struggling to make ends meet ever since. To make matters worse, I was accused of stealing at the labor camp where I was working, which led to me being forced to leave and find somewhere else to stay. I ended up squatting with someone. I didn't have any hope left."And to top it all off, my boss, Mr. Mikhail, has been maki
Zayn's eyes shook slightly as he took in the transformation of Sultan's villa, which was decorated from top to bottom with intricate patterns and stunning ornaments. The courtyard was filled with colorful lanterns of all shapes and sizes, casting a warm glow over the entire area. The walls were adorned with beautiful tapestries and intricate carvings, depicting scenes from ancient times and tales of the Sultan's ancestors. The entire villa was adorned with colorful decorations and bright lights. A long, intricately designed carpet was laid out in the center of the main hallway leading up to the living room. The walls were adorned with various Ramadan-themed decorations, including crescent moons and stars, and colorful banners with Islamic calligraphy. The scent of jasmine and rose wafted through the air, adding to the festive atmosphere. The long dining table was set with silver plates, goblets, and golden utensils, all of which glittered under the light of the lanterns. The ce
Farrah raised an eyebrow. "Disturb him? He's been unconscious for days, and you're worried about disturbing him now? Come on, Zayn, don't be ridiculous. You're family to us. You should come in and say hello."Zayn couldn't help but notice Farrah's sweet smile as she beckoned him to come in.He hesitated for a moment, but then decided to enter Khalid's quarters anyway. As he walked in, he noticed Khalid's weak form lying in bed with a doctor checking his vitals. Farrah was seated beside him, looking like the epitome of grace and elegance.Zayn greeted them both and asked about Khalid's condition, trying to ignore the feeling that something was off. Farrah's sweet smile remained fixed on her face, but her eyes seemed to glint with something malicious."I'm glad you decided to come in, Zayn," she said. "We've missed you. Khalid, especially."Zayn raised an eyebrow in surprise. He knew that Farrah had never been fond of him, so her sudden change in tone was suspicious.He decided to bru
Zayn savored the aroma of the freshly cooked biryani and kebabs that wafted through the house.He could hear the clinking of glasses and the sound of chatter as his family and friends eagerly waited for the call to break their fast.As he took a sip of water and ate a date, Zayn couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia wash over him. He remembered the days when they were all still younger and how they used to break their fast together as a family.Zayn smiled as he recalled the playful arguments he and his father used to have about who could eat the most food.His mother would always chuckle and shake her head at their antics, but she was always pleased to see her family so happy and content.As the call to prayer echoed through the house, Zayn's thoughts were interrupted, and he eagerly made his way to the table.The food was as delicious as ever, and Zayn couldn't help but feel grateful for the blessings that Allah had bestowed upon him and his family.As the family finished the
Zayn let out a defeated sigh. He knew his mother was right, but he couldn't help but feel like he was being forced to choose between his work and his family.He decided to compromise and said, "Okay, I'll try my best to make it home on time for iftar tomorrow your Highness. But I can't promise anything."With a grin on his face, he gave his mother a playful mock bow, teasingly exaggerating his movements as he hummed a tune. Just as he finished his act, he quickly dashed out of the room, narrowly escaping her playful kick.He couldn't help but chuckle to himself as he closed the door behind him, feeling relieved that he had avoided being on the receiving end of his mother's harmless but nonetheless painful kicks.The following day, while Zayn's secretary Samir and acting CEO Mike were engrossed in some pressing business matters, Zayn found himself on the phone with his childhood friend and confidant Rashid.Despite the demands of his busy schedule, Zayn always made time for his closes
As Zayn was packing up his things, Samir and Mike walked into his office, looking flustered. "Zayn, we have a problem," Mike said urgently."What's the matter, Mike?" Zayn asked, looking up from his desk."We just got word that one of our suppliers has backed out of a major deal. We need to act fast to find a replacement or we'll lose out on a huge amount of revenue," Mike explained, looking stressed.Zayn sighed. It seemed like there was always something that needed his attention. "Alright, let's get to work on finding a new supplier. Though I have just a few hours to spare, we can't afford to lose this deal," he said, grabbing his laptop and heading out of the office with Mike and Samir. He had to do this since Mike was just getting accustomed to the system.As they worked on finding a new supplier, Zayn couldn't help but think about the iftar dinner invitation from the Hussein family. He didn't want to disappoint his mom by not showing up, but it seemed like he would be working l