A Play to Begin

Twenty minutes later.

Zoya had arrived in front of a boutique. Not a luxury one, but a women's clothing and equipment shop for the middle class.

She parked her car carefully so that her car didn't rub against other cars.

"Are you going shopping at that boutique, Miss?"

"Yes! Just wait in the car. I won't be long.”

“It doesn't matter! It's my job!"

Zoya smiled faintly. She immediately got out of the car and stepped into the boutique.

Balaa just sat and watched from inside the car.

The boutique does not look luxurious and is not aimed at the upper class. From the outside it looks like an ordinary clothes shop. The entrance is flanked by two glass showcases containing several mannequins displaying the latest fashions.

Balaa thought again, why would a rich person of Zoya's caliber shop there? From the car she drives, it's clear that it's not suitable. She should have shopped in a more elite place.

He pushed the thought away realizing It's nothing to do with him. His job was only to guard