4.

N'DJAMENA, CHAD.

She could hear the melodious sound of birds chirping outside her window, reminding her just how much of a good soul she is. She always tries to feed them each morning with water, grains and bread crumbs, she enjoys doing that all the time as it takes her mind away from so many problems. The fact that they don't leave the place till after being full makes this prodigious amount of happiness to swarm in her chest every morning.

She is doing something good for once.

That peace got shattered as soon as her sleaze phone rang from the bedside table reminding her she didn't put it on airplane mood the night before. She knew about her meeting bit she wants to delay it as much as she could to piss them off like they fucking did the day before.

"If I could do it, I would've wring their fucking necks with my bare hands. Are they so heartless that they had to wake me up at this ungodly hour? I'm going to make them pay." She grumbled into the phone taking away the plum quilt away from her body to stand up from the bed she was lying on.

Salima called to tell her again about the so called meeting with the government officials again, she needs to be open and done with this as soon as possible if she wants her sleep intact. Whatever it is they have on their plate today, she is ready to feed them right back with it.

She made her way to her bathroom to take a bath but she stared at her face in the mirror looking at how her hairs lay in disarray on her head. Those black tresses know how to wrestle on her head in the night which makes her angry just by the sight of it, dishabille. It has always been one of the many things that gets her late since they are always grappling at night. Her caps don't do anything to keep the mane tight.

There is also a drool by the corner of her mouth which she cringes at sight of. She is a heavy sleeper alright and she is also the worst bedmate seeing her legs and hands can't stay in one place. She always lie down all over the bed, each crevice of the bed will be creased and wrinkled like a boxing match took place by the time she awakens. She's prayed countless times to stop it but nothing happens so she stopped.

It is unique and so Suhayr like!

Brushing that by the side, she made her way to the shower and turn it on, not before removing her caramel silk nightgown. Her bathroom isn't the fanciest nor does it have the great amount of abundance. Like it is said, she is not the wealthiest person nor is she the most impoverished, she is just a little above being insufficient. Being in an apartment alone doesn't mean she is rich, she is just fending trying to get another source of income that brings more money to help her get a lavish life.

She loves being wealthy, so much, who doesn't want superabundance and extravagance?

Done with bathing, she wrap a rouge fluffy towel around her body. Is it weird for her to love towels more than she loves shoes? Because whenever she wraps herself around a fluffy fuzzy towel, she feels comfortable and just elated. And she also likes roaming around with towel when she takes bath, she will just feel like not removing it from her body and mingle around her home alone. One of the reasons why she wants to always stay alone in her home, just her and herself.

Rubbing some lotions to her body, she moved away from the stool to get something she can wear. She wore her all time favorite jam boot cut pants and rosewood blouse with surplice neckline, raglan sleeves. Her hair is made up in braid bun bang so it will help her wrap around a salmon coloured medium veil that she will wear. She took her jelly loafers, bucket bag and left the apartment with a slight sway to her figure.

She needs to go and get food from the cafe just before her office which hasn't close until then, but has notice to leave the block too. Ha, they don't even know how to fight for their right. She won't be so opaque, she will make sure everything she has ever dreamt of comes to reality through this. It is her last hope of lavishness.

"One cup of caramel coffee with extra whip cream and two doughnuts." She said to the receptionist who yelled it inside the kitchen behind her.

"I don't like that we are leaving here very soon but the place Madamé was given is better than this." The girl at the counter commented trying to make small talks with Suhayr.

She is amongst the top ten people Suhayr could tolerate since that is her favorite café and they serve everything best. She never faced any problem or obstruction from them, the girl even respects her though she is older than her. Suhayr can't tell what her name is even with a gun pointed to her skull, she is clueless about too much and she knows that.

"Yeah, so I heard." She looked around the transparent glass doors to look at her office just opposite them. There are no opulent cars outside which means the government officials are yet to arrive.

"Here, enjoy." The girl gave her her order, she was quick to collect and bid adieu then she disappeared from there in seconds.

"Good morning, where are they?" She asked Salima as soon as her foot landed in the office where her workers are slacking around no work to do. This is one of the reason why she is feeling this urge to give up, she will fight before doing so though. Her ego is too fed to let those people match all over her.

"They are yet to arrive so I think we have time to think things through." She led the way to the conference room where Suhayr placed all the things she's bought and suspire in fatigue.

"What to do now?" Her head tilt to the side waiting for her advise, she is like her personal advisor.

"Go get your kohl and apply it first because you look grotesque." Salima grinned to her boss who gave her a deathly glare but stood up anyway.

Suhayr grumbled underneath her breath when a man stepped forward and sternly gave her a look that has her shutting up. Not because his face was scary or his eyes are scolding her but he is the only man she respects in the whole government officials that are visiting her. The man knew how to placate her and clam her nerves when she is about to turn the place upsidedown. The people irritate her all the time so with his face around, it helps her get over their stupidity.

"And who might you be?" She raised a cocky brow at Sa'eed who could only stare down at her for not replying his taslim then shrugged it off. She is the woman he needs to take the company from, he doesn't need to act formal now.

"Mr. El-Kanemi." He gave a tight lipped smile, almost raising his hand to shake it then remembered that she is a woman, not some man he finished closing deal with, he let them get stacked into his pants pocket.

"As if that is supposed to tell me what the hell you are doing in my company." Her perfect brow didn't falter nor did her puckered bratty mouth.

Nothing could intimidate her about him though she could see the government officials and her staff recoiling, as if telling her it's time to back down. Don't they know that she is never one to back down no matter what? She knew who he is, but him acting arrogant only made her blood boil to the extent she can't even look at him without burning with rage. Just a sight of him and his name is enough to make her go fucking pissed.

He is the cause of her less sleeps.

There was never a person that makes her mad like this man. She has asked Salima about him the day before so she could know who she is tackling with beforehand, she likes coming to a war prepared. Not really war, but everything about her is a war with flames along with volcano and inferno all about. And especially when she is about to face an arch enemy whom she's never met ever. Him just wanting to take over her company is what makes her mad, she doesn't like it.

He is the finest specie she's ever seen in her entire life. Not because he is too handsome for his own good, that is not the deal there. She's seen far more handsome men in her hometown, far more. It has almost reached to the point where she can't find anyone ugly in her hometown. It's either this one is taller than the other, has more hair than the other, is more fairer than the other and some minor things like that.

But half the men in her hometown are drop dead handsome, they could get any woman they want, except her of course.

She's been asked out quite a few times in her whole nineteen years old. She could admit, they are brave to ask her out knowing she could embarrass, debase, humiliate or even verbally assault them with her words. Whenever she is in a bad mood, she turned into a complete vile woman, in good mood, she is a bitch. The one you don't want to cross even in your nightmare, she is bad to cross. She knows that and it thrills her all the damn time knowing the effect she has on people.

But this man in front of her is every inch handsome. Normally, she never goes for fair men, she don't like them. And even with this one, it's not like she likes him in a way because she doesn't, not a bit. She just got to admit what she thinks all the time, even if it is to herself. Most of the times, she can't keep her mouth shut, will say it out once and for all. And if she doesn't act fast into describing him, she will say it out to their face and won't care.

Right from his buzz barbed hair, it makes him look sexy and in some way, intimidating. Down to his bushy brows which fit his face in his own term, would've looked hideous on any other person. Leading his curled dark lashed that if hers aren't longer, she would've probably being envious of those hairs fringing his oval shaped eyes, a combination of round and almond. His thin crooked IV nose stood in the middle atop his wide sensual lips, and what colour is that she is seeing?!

His lower full lip is pinker than hers even with it's dryness. Maybe when saturated, it probably is going to yaw bubblegum pink when done. Moving down to his narrow jaw, making her lick her lips in process. The sides of his face to his jaw made a cool scruff of hairs, making her fingers tingle. What on earth happened to this man? Did he take his time to create himself or is he just too special?

He is also tall, and she thought she was average standing five foot four. The man seems to be stretching up ahead of her, if she were one to feel intimidated, she would've felt that because of his height. And inside that denim Captain America slim fit suit jacket is one heck of a robust body. One thing the people in her hometown don't bother about, exercise, weight lifting, they find it useless while she always drools at magazines. The fabric strained against his chest and biceps in a really really hot way that she could only think about naughty things.

Well, the difference between him and the handsome men she sees everyday is his height and robustness, apart from that, he is plain. Thank God, she is not into fair men. She will go for twenty dark ones before glancing back at a fair one. Not her type.

Well, whatever!

"He is the investor that wants to buy the whole block." My obese like she named him, the man she respects amongst all the government officials explained and thank goodness she's finished describing him in her head. She could move past his attractiveness to something handy.

"Oh, the absentee from yesterday? Let's go to the office then." She strut down to where the office is not wanting to get caught around with this man or she will say the bad words that will have everyone glaring at her soul, not that she cares.

On the other hand, Sa'eed felt disrespected by the wee woman that just strut her way down the corridor expecting them to follow her, adding extra sway to her hips. If not for Mu'adh's hand moving around his arms, he wouldn't have looked up and follow the other officials that move. He didn't like that other people leading him when he has always been thought to be the leader, the alpha king. She dare disrespect him like this? He will make sure he crumble her to the floor and her arrogance will diminish before the meeting is over.

He could hear Mu'adh snickering from beside him knowing he has a whiff of what he is suddenly brooding about. It's no secret that he hates been disrespected and hates when someone tries leading him. This woman is clearly disrespecting him and if she were in the Palace back in Maiduguri, he would've thrown her into the dark dungeon so she will learn her lesson.

"So now what do you have to say? I'm really hungry, you have to excuse me while I eat during the meeting. Now let's proceed." Suhayr gave them a cheeky but daring smile as she declared to the members of the meeting.

"This is unprofessional." One of the officials enunciated which brought up one of Suhayr perfectly arched brow.

"And who said I was trying to act professional? It's not like I'm attempting to impress any of you here, I'm I?" She exhorted biting her straight pearls into the doughnut whipped with syrup that has her moaning, irritating the men further or turning them on?

"Alright." The obese man began trying to calm down the tensing atmosphere of those alpha men feeling disrespected by what she is doing from someone their daughter's age, "Now how much are you trying to sell the apartment and company, Ms. Khalid?" He further asked.

"I'm not going to sell it you know that. This company has my heart buried in it so don't even try saying that." She talked with some of the doughnut in her mouth making some of them cringe.

"You have to sell it, Ms. Khalid. Everyone around this block already sold their piece of property so just give up already." The hotheaded man amongst the officials taunted which only made her chuckle and rose her legs on the table crossing them, letting them see the colour beneath her loafers while her back lowers to the chair.

"Are you going to force me because you have the government beside you? I can talk to the president about this and you know that right?" She let out a sadistic smile making them narrow their eyes at her as though they want to threaten her.

"We are not threatening you here but doing what is good for you. If you give this share of yours, you are going to get a lot of money that will help you buy much larger space than this. If you want, we can even build it for you but this block is the part that will make best background for a school." Mu'adh was the one who talk, you could see a hint of cheeky smile that he is trying to conceal so his best friend won't eat him alive.

"You are talking as though I'm a gold digger." Suhayr implied tauntingly which has everyone in the room giving out an exasperated sigh.

"Well, aren't you one?" Sa'eed question his eyes narrowed to slits as he gave her one of his glares that has every maid cowering but she merely raise a brow at him.

What the fucking hell?!