IT'S ALWAYS THE PRETTY ONES
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Hakim paused for a moment and glanced at Masara, who seemed to be curious about what was going on with the envelopes. Masara believed that every action has a consequence and was eager to learn what Hakim's terms were, whether they were favorable or unfavorable. She wanted to know if she could repay him before making a deal she might regret later.
Hakim took a deep breath and spoke while keeping his gaze fixed on Masara's curious eyes.
"Now, as I mentioned, I have good news and a proposal. One envelope contains my proposal, and the other is just some papers you both need to sign for the surgery."
"What proposal are you talking about? If you don't mind me asking." Says Masara.
Her mind was racing with different possibilities of what he could be proposing.
What if he wanted her to take part in clinical trials? Maizah can't handle that she has been through enough these past few years; I would rather see her in a wheelchair alive than not see her at all.
What if he wanted her kidney?
What if he wanted to harvest her precious eggs?
"You don't know how to use your brain, Masara!" She mentally scolded herself.
"I don't mind; you would know about it sooner or later. Also, I suggested we can right on it then." Mr Hakim said, pulling his chair closer to his desk.
"Okay, I'm listening." Said Aunt Masara, agitated.
"I want to marry your niece, Maizah." Said Mr Hakim proudly.
"I'm sorry, what!" She yelled in shock.
"Haha, don't worry, after the surgery, of course," Hakim answered, amused at Masara's sudden outburst.
It's not surprising that Masara was shocked; anyone in her shoes would be surprised, or cursing or maybe even calling the police.
"WHAT! SHE'S SIXTEEN!" Aunt Masara yelled in anger. Just the thought of her niece getting married at sixteen makes her want to pluck the eyes of her so-called angel in front of her.
It was that time she finally got a look at the man wanting to marry her niece. He seemed to be in his thirties, crazy rich, muscles honed to perfection, dark-haired, gorgeous smile, hazel eyes, and long beautiful lashes. Even his high cheekbones do wonders for him, manly solid hands with long, lean fingers. He sounds and acts like he's genuine and caring.
He's a fucken pedophile!
What a waste of beautiful features, but then again, it's always the ones you least expected. If he were smelling awful and looking like a homeless guy, I would have kept my distance, but he looked like a human, just an animal under that beautiful skin!
It's always the pretty ones!
"I don't mean now. I will wait for her until she's at the legal age. I mean, after she recovers from her surgery, she will have to undergo physiotherapy to regain chances of her range of motion, and she won't be able to return to full duties, but as time goes on, she will get better. For now, we can just get married, then when the right time comes, we can get a big wedding her heart desires." Mr Hakim explains.
"This sounds too good to be true." Maizah thought as she looked at him with a furrowed brow.
"Why?." She asked.
"Why what? Why do I want to marry her even though I just met her? Why I'm willing to wait for her, or why I specifically chose her from all the patient files I was given?"
"Yes, all of that; wait, are you a doctor?." She asked, even though Hakim had mentioned that he was running the Jackson Inc. Masara. She didn't even know what it was; the only thing she was were the small tuck shops in her hometown.
"What! Pfftt, of course not. I have everything I need: doctors, soldiers, police, lawyers, everything."
"Oh," Aunt Masara answered, not knowing what else to say; he's not God, though; that's what she's sure about.
If he had everything and everyone at his disposal, why would he want to marry her niece? That doesn't matter, though; he's their only help.
"So don't worry about the reason, I chose her. I promise to take care of her if that's what you're worried about. I know everything about her. I have read her history, so I know what I'm getting myself into and what I have already done for her. It should at least try to put you at ease and trust that I can care for her." Mr. Hakim replied with a big smile on his face. He seemed genuine, but Masara couldn't just decide for her niece's life; she wanted to talk to her and see what she thought about the proposal.
"You can take a look at the documents and see everything written. Maybe it might help you reach the decision."
"What if there are huge numbers in there that made me end up selling my niece to the devil? Nope, not today satan!" Aunt Masara thought as she shook her head.
"I need to talk with Maizah first." Said Maizah, hurriedly walking towards the door without waiting for an answer.
"Take the files with you." He called out.
She quickly walked back and snatched the files, leaving to find her niece, who was held on a different floor; she walked to the elevator but then remembered she didn't know which floor her niece was waiting on.
She used the stairs, checking every floor to find a familiar one.
As she made her way through the office, she noticed that all the employees seemed even busier than when she had first arrived. Some were focused on their work, while others had cameras and were filming. The cubicles looked like a maze, and people were running to and from the elevators. Despite her efforts to find someone to help her, she couldn't find a single person available. Everyone was fully occupied with various tasks such as product development, logistics, marketing, customer service, and technology.
Only if they knew their boss was only working on marrying a 16-year-old.
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