#Chapter7

Ahmed's POV:

Four... five... six... seven... eight.

From the corner of my eye, I kept counting whenever Sandal touched her scarf near her right cheek, she does that habitually I guess.

She was sitting in front of my desk for the past fifteen minutes, looking into some invitations I asked her to assemble periodically and manage my schedule according to it. There was no need to do it though, as I have already planned everything, but still...

It was rare to see her troubled like this because somehow, she always managed to complete every task that I assign to her. I have to admit that she was smart and...