Nadia Suleiman modibbo is who you can define as a beautiful, shy, loving and caring young lady with a painful past.
What happens when she's thrown into a conditioned marriage with the arrogant Abdallah Ahmad who is a successful young CEO and also th...
"Take all the videos down now!" Abdallah's voice reverberated through the four walls of the computer department of Triple A industry. The staffs with their trembling hands typed as fast as possible to take down the video to avoid further issues from their arrogant CEO. "I can't believe you all didn't know what to do until I came by" he said with a very hardened look, "Manager!" he called out, The manager looked up with beads of sweat carefully arranged on his forehead, "last warning, or else-" he warned. He didn't need to complete his sentence for the manager to clearly understand what he meant.
One thing all the staffs of triple A industry knew about their CEO was that he never makes empty threats, and also another life hack of working in Triple A is; don't make a slight mistake or else you might be earning yourself an automatic sack letter. Abdallah banged the door loudly, ignoring the numerous 'thank you' he was getting from the manager for giving him another chance.
He lightly loosened the tie around his neck as he got into the lift to ease the frustration he was feeling, he pressed the 12th floor which is where his office is located. Due to the incompetence of his staffs, the video of him yelling at the cooks at the café went viral not like he cared, but when he found out it affected their daily sales return he was very annoyed.
He elegantly walked out of the elevator towards his office, the staffs on that floor scurried to arrange their things properly to avoid getting on his bad side, he nodded in response to the greetings from all corners. He pushed the door to his office open, and it was exactly how he left it the day before.
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The ash comfy sofas still had his suit jacket lying on it, the wardrobe was still open with some books almost falling from it. Abdallah sighed as he went to open the curtain blinds, allowing the sun rays to penetrate the office. He lingered there for seconds looking down at people moving round the streets through his glass window, before he started arranging the mess he made yesterday.
After carefully arranging the office, Abdallah sat down engrossed in his work when he heard his phone ring, "walaykum salam ummi (mother), I'm busy" he said when he picked up,
"I know you'll be busy, but I called anyways, you have to come home right now" his mother said,
"ummi you know that isn't possible, I don't joke with my work, you of all people should know that" he said,
"I know, I know, your dad just called now, he said we should go over to the modibbo's to set the wedding date"
"what?!, I thought it was until after a month why the sudden change" he asked creasing the flesh on his forehead,
" you know the election is fast approaching, and we would rather not give the masses something to say about us. You know they will question your father's credibility if they find out his 29 years old successful son is yet to get married" she said,
"This has always been about the both of you, you never really cared whether I'm happy or not, I agreed to the marriage quite alright, but I don't like your idea of fast forwarding it" he retorted,
