'I'm just as concerned believe me.'
'Insufrible.' (Insufferable) Bela mutters under her breath in vexation. Talha suppresses a smile at her comment, it doesn't take a genius to understand what she said, how many Spanish women have I met?
'Hmm? What was that?' He peers at her tauntingly.
'Nada,I- I mean nothing.' Bela winces and corrects her words. How am I going to go about my life honestly... He's driving me insane. Talha cocks his head to the side and sighs.
'Here it is.' He slides a piece of paper with his forefinger, Bela spares a sweeping glance at his ring and her heart skips a beat, it's so elegant she thinks. He rises from his position, his expensive suit frames his powerful structure and his arrogance forces Bela to look up at him.
'You're so sure that I'll sign it?' She questions daringly.
'You don't have a choice.' He's too busy admiring his ugly watch. Ha, jerk.
'That isn't fair!'
'Nothing is.' His gaze becomes stern.
'You're such a jerk!' She voices her thoughts.
'Watch your mouth.' His hard tone stops her from continuing.
'I don't want this. I never did.' Bela gazes around the room, as if the walls and furniture are actually bearing witness to her pain. Talha leans on his arms and rolls his eyes, she is the most dramatic woman I've ever met, Wallah.
'Do you really want an awful recommendation on your résumé? You clearly have big plans and ambitions but do you realize that one phone call or one snide comment from me is all it takes for all your dreams,' he raises his hands and creates an explosive effect, 'to turn into dust. Is that what you want?' Bela can't believe what she's hearing.
'You're threatening me?' She stands on wobbly feet.
'I call it business.' Talha stares at her mercilessly.
'You're unbelievable.' Her lips are pursed tightly and the Man's hawk eyes gauge them. Something stirs inside him; pity bordering on care. He breathes roughly and bites his teeth. Bela takes a pen from the holder beside her and scribbles on the signature line without even reading the terms and conditions.
'You do realize that you're bound by whatever's written on there right?' Bela straightens her posture.
'I do.' Her voice is hollow and her eyes furious.
'Then I'm sure you don't mind starting work today.' He slides the contract back and slips it in his file. Bela wants to punch him, she has a mother who taught her how to treat any boy who messes with her, if only she could try her skills on this one. Bela come on, you got this under control. Be sarcastic and honest! Don't let him do this to you. You'll age fast and Sumayya will hate you for your misery. Oh my Lord.
'Yes, sure.' Talha raises an eyebrow at her, what's up with her... Bipolar? How many women have I come across yet none of them have acted the way she does... She's so... Strange.
'I have a meeting in an hour with a Frenchman who's interested in becoming a shareholder, Norman will fill you in. You can leave.' He gives her a lazy look, in that moment their eyes connect and the tension is strong. He watches her; eyes widen, nose flare and mouth part, she's striking, ay! Wallah this is... I'm mad, a small voice tells him. She observes his; curls flop on his forehead, jaw clenched tightly and an angry scowl, okay I'll give it him, he's a little cute. Just a little!
'I'll go meet Norman.' Bela breaks the awkward silence. She hastens to the door without another glance at the Man who makes her question her sanity.
Chapter Four
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