The Fate of Love of a Misanris

45. Not Easy to Handle

A big table with people sitting around it. All the focus of attention is centered on one of the chief marketing staff who expressed his latest promotional strategy for a product that has decreased in recent months.

Long he spoke, then he turned to Zayyad and asked. "What do you think?"

All attention was turned toward Zayyad. They can see their CEO looking quite different today.

Zayyad wore a high-collar outfit inside his white coat almost covering the entire surface of his collarbone. It was paired with a thick scarf wrapped around her neck.

The day outside was very sunny but Zayyad was dressed as if it was so cold. They wonder in their hearts. Is Zayyad unhealthy?

Zayyad's reddish face looks bad. His pair of eyes that usually appeared serious, looked haggard and uninspired. Her purplish brown lips were pale, dry and slightly swollen. There was a faint scar on his lower lip.

Since the meeting began they had not found Zayyad's serious expression as usual. His head continued to bend with a stifled expression on his face.

"Sir Zayyad?" The chief marketing officer called Zayyad seeing him not responding.

Zayyad raised his head slowly, with his temple in his eyes he turned to the chief of marketing staff. "I'll consider it later" He didn't pay much attention to all the words of the chief marketing officer earlier.

His limp body and slightly dizzy head made it difficult to concentrate. "We'll talk about it later in the day"

Zayyad ended his meeting with the employees. Everyone left the room. Zayyad was still sitting while kneeling his temple that felt heavy.

Bakri since this morning felt that his boss was not healthy. Take a bottle of mineral water that has not been opened on the table. He opened the lid and offered it to Zayyad.

"Sir!"

Zayyad looked up at Bakri and received the bottle. "Thank you!"

"If you are not healthy, you should just rest"

After working with Zayyad for a long time. Bakri knew that his boss was not a workaholic and was very organized in managing the time to work with his daily life.

It also applies to employees in the company. No one works overtime at this company. All are chased neatly and organized quite well according to the order of time.

So if indeed Zayyad is not healthy, there is no need to force yourself to work. That's Bakri's assumption. But he forgot one thing.

Zayyad did not pay much attention to the condition of his own body. The man could work until he forgot to take care of his body.

"Just bring the report of the meeting to my room" Zayyad stood up and pushed the chair neatly into the table.

Bakri was only able to sigh. If the boss has already switched the conversation without answering his previous question. He can't say anything anymore.

"Good sir!"

Before Zayyad stepped out of the room. Suddenly he remembered one thing. Stopping his steps, he turned his body towards Bakri.

"If Ms. Alina comes this afternoon, tell her that I have lunch with my business partner today"

Bakri was a little surprised. Because after he remembered his boss' schedule, there was absolutely no appointment at lunchtime with his business partner.

It's weird!

Not usually his boss refused the arrival of his wife. It's actually good if Alina comes. Because since Alina always came to bring her lunchbox, her boss always had regular lunches.

"Good sir!"

How could Bakri ask why? He has no right to interfere with the privacy of his boss.

Zayyad rushed to his room. His head felt heavy and almost broke. And his body felt unbearable pain to the bones. Because he could not stand it, he decided to rest in his room, especially those in his study.

Putting his body on the bed, he pulled the blanket over his entire body. His hand was twitching his temple feeling very dizzy. His whole muscle is painful. His body was limp, sweating and shivering.

Closing his eyes, Zayyad decided to sleep for a while. Hopefully if he wakes up later, his body condition will improve a little.

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But just as he passed the reception desk. Someone withholding.

"Sorry ma'am, may I know who you have an interest in?"

When Alina turned her head, it turned out that it was the new receptionist. He forgot that the old receptionist had been fired. It seemed that the man did not recognize her at all.

"You're a new employee?" Alina asked.

"Yes Ma'am"

"Please ask another employee, I'm too lazy to say it again"

That way Alina continued to step away regardless of the receptionist who kept calling her to stop.

"Mom, Mom!"

Until one of the employees came to reprimand the new receptionist. "That's Zayyad's wife, in the future you don't have to stop her like that"

"Oh!" The receptionist nodded in understanding and gawked for a while.

Alina was already on the fifty floor where Zayyad's room was located. From a distance he had seen Bakri standing upright in front of the door. Seeing his arrival, he immediately bowed politely greeting her.

"Mom Alina!"

"Surge!"

Bakri's smile froze. He can be happy because he works for a boss who is not arrogant and annoying. But who knows if all that he found on his boss' wife.

"Sorry Mom, Mr. Zayyad is not in the room"

Frowning his pair of eyebrows, Alina asked. "Where then?"

"Sir Zayyad has gone to lunch with his business partner Ma'am"

The corner of Alina's lips twitched. Affirming his gaze at Bakri, he smiled which was nothing like a smile.

"Surge!"

Bakri choked for a moment when he saw Alina's smile that somehow lowered the ambient temperature.

"But Mr. Zayyad-"

"Do I need to repeat it?" Firmly Alina with sharp bulging eyes.

Bakri felt the cold creep into his body. Somehow he could not help but shiver when he received a sharp look from Alina.

"Still not moving?"

Bakri reflexively raised his foot to the side. Gave way for Alina to enter.

Alina glanced at him cynically and went straight inside. He knew that Bakri was lying to him. Last night's incident must have made Zayyad try to avoid him.

Bam!

Bakri was shocked. Hearing the sound of a door slamming rough. Alina as a woman, there was absolutely no soft-softness. He shook his head while stroking his chest.

But with the typical boss who is calm and quiet, surely he is quite patient and able to face his wife. Glancing at the closed door, inwardly he felt guilty for his boss.

Because he failed to do as his boss told him. "Sorry sir!" Taking a breath, he breathed a heavy sigh. "Mrs Alina wasn't easy enough to handle"

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