Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Aziz Mustafa, I repeated the name in my mind.

Not only was I fantasizing about someone that could never be mine, but I also just met and had a meeting with someone out of my league.

‘I know what you are thinking?’ He said, effortlessly putting a stop to my thought.

‘What?’

‘Your face gave everything away, you are thinking. What does a man so powerful and rich want with me?’ His face was impassive, it was hard trying to figure out what he was thinking.

‘If I should tell you that isn’t what I am thinking, then you would know it is a lie.’ I swallow hard. ‘So, I would like you to tell me what it is you want.’

Schooling my face, I looked into his eyes and tried to keep my emotion at bay. He had seen into me in ways that even my mother never did, and I would not let him see anymore.

‘Now, that is exactly why I handpicked you for this job,’ a smile graces his lip briefly and then it was gone.

‘Handpicked? That means the meeting wasn’t necessary.’ My confusion was apparent in my vo