Chapter 27

"Come out let's head in," he spoke, cutting her ocean of thoughts. By the time she had realized they were already at the parking lot, he had already stepped out of the car waiting for her to do so. She slowly alight from the car and kept her file on the seat before she closed the door. She followed him inside as she looked around the huge bold name written, MM Worldwide. She averted her gaze from the company name to his retreating back. They headed into the building as four men is suits welcomed him. He called his receptionist. "Take her to my office and serve her whatever she wants," he commanded her. She briskly nodded as squatted before she ushered Dalia to his office like he commanded her to. They headed towards elevator that directly went up to his private office. A huge room occupying the corner of the building with floor-to-ceiling windows giving views in two directions. The two remaining walls contained a moderate living room with three sofas by the side was a water dispenser. A huge flat screen TV. A low book shelf, a vase flowers by Vincent Van Gogh. The black glass surface of his desk was equally uncluttered: a computer, files, neatly arranged by the side of the computer, a framed photograph of his parents and his a name written boldly on a golden plate. Who would want an office to be this big? The owner of the place? He must be the owner of the company. The MM made sense now. Muhsin Mubarak, she read his name in her mind. "Please feel free ma'am and what would you like? Tea? Coffee? Ice tea or any drink you'd like to take and also snacks," the receptionist asked her politely as she smiled at her. His wife was beautiful and calm, the receptionist thought as she observed Dalia. They knew he was married, just that they have never seen the wife, only her name. "Don't worry, I'm okay," dalia rejected politely. The receptionist didn't insist knowing she would still reject. "Okay ma'am if you need me please just pressed that button that has reception written above it." She bowed before walking out of the office. Dalia looked at the place she pointed at. She scanned through the multiple buttons and nodded in amusement. So he would just press a button and summon whomever he needed, with just a button? She moved closer to the Tv, above it was his picture. She stared at the picture, smiling without knowing she was. He was handsome from the depth of his eyes to the gentle expression of his voice. He had the kind of face that stops you in your tracks. He must be used to ladies staring at him, she mused to herself. He had a tousled black, curly hair, which was thick an lustrous. His eyes were mesmerising hazel nut brown, flecks of silvery light performed ballets throughout. His face was strong and defined, his features folded from granite. He had dark eye brows, which sloped downwards in a serious expression. His usually playful smile had drawn into a hard line across his face. His smile etched his way back into his face. If she had a husband that handsome, it would be a great challenge for her whenever he was going out. Girls definitely flirts with him, she mused. Not that she would but it was obvious. But, maybe his serious and nonchalant attitude wouldn't allow you to even dare near his way. How would she even cope with it? Ladies would keep attacking him. Dalia blinked twice and looked away, brows furrowed while her thoughts caught up with her consciousness. Since when had she considered having any man in her life, and why for God's sake, was she using Muhsin for comparisons? Unbelievable. She turned and settled down on the sofa before he comes back and catch her drooling over his picture. She found herself lain on the soft sofa as time flowed. She checked her small phone for the time. A minute had passed since she last checked an hour ago, or so it seemed. Laid there with nothing to stare at but the huge elegant photo of Muhsin. She rolled her eyes and glanced away. She closed her eyes, it was pointless too. She began to drift into an unpleasant daydream or was it a fantasy? A fantasy that would never happen in real life but it helped to pass the time. Her eyes softly closed and her body became floppy. She tried to fight it but couldn't. She was too tired and bored to try staying away. She was fast asleep when she felt a soft tap on the sofa. "Tired?" He smiled apologetically. She jerks awake with a start, and stares weirdly at him. "No, I'm fine," she muttered, rubbing her eyes. "I am sorry for keeping you waiting and thank you for your patience." He smiled to her again. Her stomach twirled as she peered at his relaxed facial expression. "It's fine. Can we go now please?" She asked as he walked over to his desk. He opened one of the drawers and brought out another car key. "Sure, after we go eat," he informed her as he walked over to her again. "Let's get going." he started walking toward the glass door which automatically opened when he reached there. She quickly followed him and they entered the elevator together. "But it's almost maghrib time," she protested. "We won't take long at the restaurant," he spoke nonchalantly while he typed away from his phone. She sighed and folded her arms around her chest.