Dashtan won the lunch. Rakia frowned at the man, not expecting to lose the bet when she was so sure she would win. But her certainty of victory faded when she saw the menu, which mainly consisted of spicy food. She didn't like spicy food because it was terrible for her stomach. Dashtan smiled with a triumphant aura that annoyed Rakia a little. "Stop that stupid smile; now, quickly tell me your request," Rakia said harshly. Dashtan chuckled with a happy heart because he had successfully teased his wife. He knew that Rakia didn't like spicy food. "Do you remember my total request? I've already used it once, so there are five more to go." The man reminded, and Rakia could only sigh in resignation. Dashtan made a thoughtful face, then snapped his fingers after he had found what he wanted. "This time I will make two demands at once," he said, and Rakia frowned. "First, you must accept the new position I will give you at DS, as Program Manager, and second, you must be willing to carry m
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