Chapter 45: His Secretary

"You can," she said, before holding the glass of water placed on her table and throwing the

water on her face, "get out of my office," Sheharzaad completed and saw rage marring

Hamna's features. Sheharzaad realized she had hit a nerve here when she called this office

"my office'

Hamna looked at her furiously. She couldn't believe it. The boss kicked her to get this girl at

her position. She had worked hard to earn this seat, which was now occupied by

Sheharzaad. Hamna had spent a night with her boss so she could become his side chick. And

thus remain by his side.

Hamna was obsessed with Shehryaar. Shehryaar was the name of power. Aura. Every girl

desired him. And she was also one of those girls. She had thrown herself over him to have a

one-night stand with him.

Hamna had her eyes set on Shehryaar for a while. But when her previous boss suggested

Shehryaar take Hamna as his P.A. Shehryaar agreed. Hamna knew she could not lose this

position. She had to get his trust. Hamna had to use severe means of convincing her

previous boss, who was one of the chief officers of the company, so he could recommend

her to Shehryaar. Her previous boss had asked to plead with him for her to get

recommended to Shehryaar. And Hamna did pleasure him. However, he asked her to do. She

did it that. Because she was crazy. And did everything in her power to be near Shehryaar.

She was aware that if her name got associated with Shehryaar, then it would give her power

as well. Since people who were associated with Shehryaar were considered respectful.

Hamna wanted to glide the ladder of success by being Shehryaar's side chick. And now her

anger was becoming unsustainable when the new girl took her position a little too quickly.

A position on which she had her eyes for so long and got after a lot of effort.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" Hamna shouted at her in a high-pitched voice. She was

losing control over her growing anger. Hamna wanted to bang Sheharzaad's head against

the wall and scratch that smug look from her face. It was becoming hard for her. Hard.

"Get out of my office!" Sheharzaad shouted back at her making her jaw clench. Sheharzaad

was not there to take her shit too. Sheharzaad already had a lot on her plate. A lot of things

to worry about. And Hamna was not even the least of her worries.

"Watch your back," she threatened before leaving the office and shut the door violently.

Sheharzaad sat down, taking in a deep breath. She knew her anger wasn't directed at H; it

was venting up inside her. The anger that she just leashed now on Hamna was stored in her

for him. But she knew, wouldn't dare, ever dare, not even in her wildest dr, eams in front of

him like that.

She began to work as soon as she was out. And she realized her work was more than her

previous post. A bit too much. She used to think being a PA was an easy job but the amount

of calls she had received made her think otherwise. When she ran her eyes on his schedule,

she was appalled, appalled, and tight every day; he was hardly free for two to three

meetings, going goings upcoming pro,jwh, which and ash he had such a tight schedule.

He was a very workaholic person. Each time had entered his office, she always found him

working. She wondered, did he even have a social life or something? Do you have friends or

a family?

He was a mysterious person. Quiet but sharp. She didn't know much about him. Nothing in

general but he was already controlling her life.

Some time passed and tired of working, she decided to get herself a cup of tea from the

kitchen for office staff. Although she could easily ring a bell and get the but she was w of

sitting. Getting up, she walked to the kitchen and asked the cook there to make her a cup of

tea as she began to talk with the maid there.

Her name was Khaleda and she told Sheharzaad she joined here recently.

Sheharzaad's mother used to tell her that face-reading skills are good. Maybe something on

Khaleda's face told her that there was something odd about her that wasn't settling well

with Shehar and Zaad, but, all in all, she seemed a nice person.

She had a cup of tea in the kitchen while busy talking with Khaleda and then got up to leave.

She had a good time with her. She was a good company.

As she was walking out of the kitchen while scrolling through her phone when her head

bumped against something.

Her eyes snapped up only to make her heart beat unrhythmic.

"Sorry sir," she immediately said, standing erect.

"Where are you coming from?"

"K-kitchen,"

He frowned, "Don't leave your office without my permission," he commanded and she gave

no response to him.

Control freak! She thought

"Got me?" he asked and she just gave a small, negligible nod. She didn't want to agree to

that.

He gripped her chin, pulling her face up. Boring his eyes in hers, he asked again, "Got me?"

She swallowed hard noticing that serious look in his eyes.

"Yes," she whispered, instal,ntly and he let her chin go.

"Good," he said, his eyes focusing on her shoulder making her conscious all of a sudden.

"I'm expecting you at sharp 6 o'clock at my office. I won't spare you if get got late this time,"

he warned while fixing the collar of her shirt from her shoulder as her bra strap was

showing from the neck of her shirt.

She turned red with embarrassment and covered her shoulder with her scarf immediately.

She never thought her boss would be fixing her clothes for her.

"IYes.. sir," she answered.

Taking the cue, she scurried off to her office hurriedly.