His Immense Desires

CHAPTER 16: STARTING OVER

STARTING OVER

****RASHIDS'POV****

It's a Monday morning, typical Monday. I remembered how it is on a Monday morning in Qatar.

Everywhere would be so noisy, but due to the fact it's an estate and also very close to a college, no noise could be heard.

This is one thing I love over Qatar, maybe more are yet to come, I remembered the reason I came here and hurriedly but grumpily stood up from bed.

It's gonna be a long day tho, I could feel it in my bone marrows, I looked up and checked the time, shit it's late.

That was like half past ten, I overslept,maybe it's because of the flight, but my subconscious mind said," or maybe, it's because of the pretty young lady you were thinking about, check the proof".

"what proof?", I said to myself, look down, my subconscious mind said.

. Ohh shit, I was damn aroused, I could see my precum staining my boxer, it had form a tent down there, this isn't just the normal wet dreams every grown up wakes up to see.

Damn this is called being horny, I am so fucked up right now, and there's no time to feel and cum, or roll and slide.

This is time for work, there's only one we way out, and that is bathing with cold water, that's just one way out, I could take care of this later at night.

I was done bathing, I quickly dried my body with my towel. I opened my drawers and brought out my well tailored two piece immaculate white suit.

This was the suit sewed by my tailor in Qatar, he's one of the best. I wore it on and called on my driver.

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I walked into the company, with the way it is, I knew one thing, that it has been lacking proper maintenance.

Lots of work to do, I looked back to notice that all eyes were on me, it's not like they know am the owner, maybe it was my outfit that made them all drooling.

I was still thinking in my head when I heard a voice, my personal assistant.

"Sir you would be having a meeting with all the directors, also, the organization of companies in Jamaica will be coming here to survey the company, by 2pm sir", she listed out.

"Organization of companies in Jamaica???, For what?, How does our company concerns them, this is a fashion and clothing company.

I am asking because literally they have no business with us, so why?", I groaned.

"I don't know sir, maybe it's just their code of conduct, because according to the management staff, they come here every five years.

Their reason is to make sure all the protocols and laws to be observed by companies are carried out", she said.

"Ohhhh, what an intelligent one at that, alright the first meeting will commence by 11am this morning right?" "Yes sir", she replied.

"Okay let's head up".

We entered the elevator which would be taking us to the second floor cause I think that's where the hall is.

I entered only to notice that no one was seated, like everyone was absent apart from my personal assistant and myself.

I ran my hands through my hair, to show how frustrated I am at the moment, I called for a meeting and they dare come late, that's nice.

I will just sit here and wait for them. It was around half past twelve, I woke up to the ruffling of feets, they are here. I didn't wanna show how mad I am.

I decided to play it cool, they are gonna see the worst of me.

"So, the meeting is supposed to commence by 11am, it's half past twelve, yet not all of you are yet to come.

Who is the head of management?", I asked, with all anger, I was trying to hold.

It took about five minutes before I saw a lanky dark haired man come up.

"You're the head of management", it was a statement literally and not a question.

"Yes sir", he replied.

"Okay, right now we have no issues between us, I want to see all the activities that has been going on, with all the sales.

When I say the sales, I mean the interest, capital, losses, all information pertaining this business I want all of them right on my desk in my office.

I will be going up, I hope that before I get there, it's already on my desk. I don't really know how you're gonna do it, but you must. Remember everything", with that said, I dismissed the meeting and adjourned it for another day.

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"Really?, When I thought all is going well here in Jamaica, I didn't know some scumbags were playing me for a fool.

Last year, if you can remember vividly, you emailed the Head office of Novato fashion and clothing company.

Can you remember what you told us, Mr Reynolds, can you?", I asked spitefully

"No sir, I really can't remember", he replied.

"Alright, okay by me, if you can't remember, then I will help you to do so.

You emailed the company on the 21st of October 2003, you told us that the company needs a huge amount of money", I paused, "can you remember the amount of money you asked for?", I continued.

"No sir", he replied.

I was damn angry when he said so, he has been caught yet he still lies, I don't want to hurt him in a way that he's gonna regret for life.

I decided to take it easy with him, "you told us the company needed, $120,000,000, which we signed and told the bank to pay to this company, so as to fund it, an--", I didn't complete the statement before he added.

"Sir as much as I'm the head of management and everything concerning this company rests on me, I can vow to you that I never for once emailed the company for any fund.

Sir please don't conclude like that, how can I take $120,000,000 and still have the guts to remain in your company.

Don't you think I would have travelled outta the country with such huge money", he said.

I almost wanted to believe him, but it's not possible it has to be him, because the email was directly from this company, I am not too old to confuse names.

I know perfectly well that I see clearly, the man felt hurt by what I said, and his body language tells me he has nothing to do with the fraud.

I decided there and then that I won't let him go, just like that, I will make sure I find the culprit that ran off with such huge amount of money.

I swore that he or she will definitely suffer for it.

Am afraid of what Father would say when he hears it, he's gonna think of me as irresponsible and someone who can easily be frauded. I really don't know what to do.

I turned and saw that Mr.Reynolds was still there, "Hey leave my office, before the end of this month, I want every transactions made by this company to be submitted to me, make sure it's all done before the end of this month.

Listen that I left you doesn't mean I still don't see you as a culprit, after all according to the email sent to me, it was signed in your name", I rasped.

"Thank you sir, I will make sure I do just that, I will also finish it up and send all my findings to your personal assistant", I heard him say.

I heard the handle of the door click open and closed, I heaved a sigh. I turned to see my personal assistant staring at me.

"What is it Tiffany, why the look", I asked her.

"Sorry sir, I just wanted to ask if my office is gonna be inside yours or if I am gonna be staying right outside your office?", I looked at her, this girl is so unserious I mumbled to myself.

"Is that all that is Worth to you, my company was frauded off the sum of $120,000,000, you're meant to help in finding a way to look for the thief.

Instead of you to go look for the thief, you are talking nonsense", I was damn angry.

"Sorry sir, do you mean I should go out in the streets or road and look for him or her?.

Sir you know this is a big city, it's gonna be so hard to find him or her, if you will just give me time".

"Whattttttt", all my life I knew this girl is so unserious but I just can't bring myself to fire her, she's so competent.

"Get out", I growled.

"E-er-err-errr-erm, sorry sir, so sorry, very sorry, more sorry tho", she said and immediately ran out of my office.

"Damnnnnnnn" I muttered.

I strode slowly to the pane of my office window, I saw some college students chattering, laughing and jeering among themselves.

I guess they are coming back from lectures.

I froze immediately when I saw the caramel skinned girl that has been haunting me for the past three years.

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