3. CONTRACT

AUTHOR'S POV

Taliya twirled her ballpoint pen around thin fingers as Haroon discussed the next projects with her.

“There's also the Hayat textiles asking us for model wears for the show.” He informed her by reading out the file, with big round glasses resting on his nose as he shook his head for the hair which came in the way of his eyes.

“We won't be doing that.” She waved her hand in the leisurely manner making him nod his head at her as she raked her hand through her soft body wave curls.

“This is all for the next month. Just tell us which we are choosing to do first?” He clicked the pen close as he marked the deadline dates on his planner. Even in the modern era, he preferred his handwritten notes and schedule; Haroon was an old soul.

“Whichever has the first deadline coming.” She answered with a shrug as she sipped her black coffee and scribbled the date on the blank page.

The white marble table was packed with things Haroon and Taliya brought. In the crowd of work they always come to West City to arrange the warehouse for their next project.

“Whatever you want, the last date is the twentieth of July for the annual function dress code for grade tenth. The colour theme is purple and gold.” Fixing his glass he filled her with the information and began closing the schedule screen on the tab as smack closed his planner.

“Arrange the meeting.” Her tone went firm as the work mode engulfed making her fingers curl her hairs into a messy bun.

Haroon merely nodded his head as he narrowed his eyes on her movement, head tilted slightly making her huff aloud and stare at him intensely.

“What?”

“You just look sweet.” She read his underlying meaning and pulled her lips into a smirk.

“I don't see a problem with it.” She muttered pulling out a lip gloss from her handbag and applied the baby pink lip gloss on her jutted lips.

Haroon was so familiar with her attitude that he couldn't help but shake his head with a small smile and move to another which had a projector on it. Fixing it he began emailing everyone employees about the meeting and prepared some designs on his tab. Where he loved designing on his tab, Taliya loved the whole idea of laying the huge white sheet and working on it.

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MURAD'S POV

I rolled my eyes on the boring meeting with my board members. They just nodded as if I would eat out if they didn't get along with me. The oldie explained the new project making me sigh and close my eyes. Everyone nodded their heads on his words, voice is his but I am the one with words.

It feels good to have a leash on everyone. They hate me, I can read that in their eyes. But can't say that to me, heck, they can't even meet my eyes. That's why I am the powerful, mute boss.

“Thank you ladies and gentlemen for attending the meeting. I hope every department starts working on their tasks. Reports shall be submitted on Monday sharp at nine.” Said, the oldie and I clapped my hands so that they could exit the boardroom. I never would do such a cringe thing, I mean what's the need to clap when my eyes work just fine. My old self was stupid, that's confirmed.

“You okay?” Hashim, my uncle asked, sitting on the swivel chair which was just occupied by the man from Editing department.

“I am, I just didn't know I was so stupid back then. I mean like who claps when you have eyes like me. They are so scary. Have you seen them like, I just saw them this morning and I was like, they are intense. Am I always like this from the start?” My hands worked faster as I signed to him, making him grin at me and nod his head, drumming on the glass table.

Huffing out a breath I turned to the huge glass window seeing the sun basking rays on the ground but the skyscrapers like mine prevented it.

“There's more people in my building I need to know. I want the file on all the things and people I worked with earlier.” I demanded with my hands leaning on the table as he nodded and slid more files towards me.

I have been noticing, he's been quiet since the elevator ride. There's guilt in me, I never knew I carried. I want to ask more but I can't, his face is morphed into a stern father's face. It feels awful to forget your own people and I did the same. The amnesia I am suffering through, nobody knows if I will ever get my memories back or not. I have to build everything, my memories, the bonds, the relationships, everything. Is it the start, some people want? Then they can have it. Because I am in the mood to start. I just want to vanish. To build everything and then to lose it in a snap of fingers. What's worse than this?

A knock reverberated into the room making me snap my head to my uncle. He raised his eyebrows in question, making me stare at him intensely.

“Why are you still here?” I questioned with my hands making him stare back at me and drop his head with a sigh. Maybe he didn't understand my question. I raised my hands to slowly sign for him again, making him gently hold my hands and put them down.

“You are the only one I got.”

The fluttering things in my guts clenched my stomach, what does he mean by that?

“What about my family?” I asked without beating around the bush.

“You have parents and me. That's all you have. But you are the only thing I got.” He stood and circled around the table. Taking my huge frame into his he hugged me. It was a fatherly sense of him that put me at ease. I wanted to ask more but my mind won't let me, it aches with every detail of my dusty past.