No Choice || H.S.

Chapter 9

"Ya Allah!"*

Both of her parents looked like they were about to fall from shock and her mother started to cry.

"How could you hide something like this?" Sara asked and I suspiciously looked at Tahira.

"Do they know about the other thing?" I asked remembering the small 'Can't.' she had previously mentioned.

"Another thing? There's more?" Sara asked frantically.

I nodded. "I suppose this is what you meant by 'can't'."

"Tahira!" Her father shouted and she looked at him before speaking up, finally.

"He lied about the divorce!"

Her mother staggered and I quickly got up from my chair to help her while she took support from the counter behind her.

"Sara?" I asked and held my hand out to her while I pulled out another chair for her.

"Sara, beth jao." (Sit down) Omar said and we both helped her sit down on the chair.

Tahira handed her mum a glass of water and she drank it up. "Why are you here, Marcel?"

Omar asked and I rubbed my neck. "I, uh... I can get you a better paying job. That is, if you want it."

All three pairs of eyes snapped up at me and I felt extremely awkward under their stare.

"I lied to you." I said to Tahira and she quickly looked down. "About what?" I was going to get into so much trouble. I groaned before replying.

"I know Harry Styles. We were best friends in school. Still are." I said.

"But I don't even know anything about the music industry. We barely listen to music." Omar said frowning and I shook my head.

"Harry told me a few weeks ago about how their management needs a new marketing chairman. Their pay is higher than most marketing chairmans because of their rapidly rising fame in the world." I said and I wasn't lying. I did overhear the management saying that the old marketing chairman had retired a few days before I was dragged there.

"Marcel, I can't do anything at the moment. I really like that you are trying to help us, but I can't accept this."

"Sir, plea-" My phone decided to start ringing at that precise moment and the ID 'Devil #1' flashed on the screen. "Talk of the devil and he shall appear." I muttered before picking it up and muttered a small 'Excuse me.' to the family in the kitchen.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Harry. Or should I say Marcel?" John asked. John right now was our boss at Modest!

"Did you find a new marketing chairman?" I asked without replying to his question and he paused for a beat before replying.

"Don't tell me you actually want to help us. You're always up to no good, Harry Styles." I walked back into the kitchen and saw they were all talking in hushed tones. They looked up when they heard me come in.

"No, I'm serious. I just found you a very good and reliable man for the job." I said smiling at Omar when he looked at me in shock and shook his head.

"Here, talk to him." I said not giving Omar a chance and handed my phone to him.

"It's Harry's boss at the management. He seems to be in a good mood. You should just get the job at this very moment." I said and he reluctantly took the phone without saying anything to me before leaving the kitchen.

"Marcel, I really appreciate you doing this but we can't just leave here." Sara said.

"You won't have to." I told Sara after taking another piece of the pakode in my mouth. "The chairman just needs to be there for a day in a month and only for one meeting until said otherwise. The lazy guy used to work from home. The old one, I mean." I said and smiled at Sara who was smiling at me through her tears. I felt a sense of accomplishment fill my heart at the look of happiness exchanging between the mother-daughter pair.

It wasn't long before Omar appeared in the kitchen again, still looking bewildered. We all looked at him expectantly.

"They want me in London for an interview."

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Assalamu 'alaikum* :- Peace be upon you

Walaikum 'assalam* :- And upon you be peace

Ya Allah!* :- Oh God!

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