The Infinite Duo: Bennu Effect 6 Five

10:30 am.

Two minutes had pa.s.sed with Farah writing a long text and Malika staring at her. Farah finished and put her phone on her desk and looked at Malika. "Blink Malika," Farah said and laughed at Malika's serious face.

"Don't act like that," Malika said, still not blinking nor changing her seriousness.

"Like what?" Farah sneered that made Malika angrier.

"You just went to his shoulder to cry on and not me!"

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"Who said I even cried on his shoulder?" Farah said, laughing.

"I'm disappointed, you went running to Noah and not me"—Malika rested her back— "why? Do you prefer him over me?" she blurted out. "You know him for only two years, I know you all your life," she said and pointed at herself.

"I don't remember anything before the accident; so technically I know you for only eight years," Farah said in a deadpan tone and shrugged.

"You don't remember but I do!"

"Really? Can you recall any childhood memories we had together?" Farah said and raised one of her eyebrows.

"Well..." Malika looked at the floor and opened her mouth for ten seconds trying to remember. "No, I can't recall anything now, but of course, we had childhood memories together."

"I doubt it… we don't even have any pictures when we were young. I mean I think I have ones with my brothers but not with you. Actually… I don't have any pictures before the accident, not with you or anyone"—Farah shrugged her shoulders again— "I don't think I saw any childhood pictures for neither of us… that's odd."

"Maybe the pictures were lost in the accident," Malika said, looking more relaxed.

"Even yours? I was in the car alone… probably we're aliens," Farah said.

"No, you're not that cool to be one." Farah smiled and looked again at her phone. Malika took a sip of her coffee and remembered her anger over Farah running to Noah. "wait, don't change the subject, I'm still mad."

Farah laughed. She knew Malika would never get jealous especially when it comes to Noah. Farah got up and head to her door calling for Lena to get her the number of the head of their law department. Malika's phone ranged; it was her mother. "Malika, where are you? Your s.h.i.+ft is about to start," Layla said from the other side.

"At Farah's office, I'll be there on time, Papa signed for the new equipment, right?" Malika said and waited for her mother to respond but instead, she heard her talking to one of the maids.

The maid called Layla informing her about a mystery box arriving at the main door of their house. The maid sounded confused when Layla asked her who put the box there; she said a man was already walking away when she saw the box, but he suddenly stopped and turned. He told her to give the box to Malika and then gave her a white envelope and immediately left without looking back.

Her mother asked her if she ordered anything which she didn't and felt odd when her mother told her the maid though the delivery man looked suspicious. "I didn't order anything," Malika whispered after she hung up.

"Did you say something?" Farah asked without looking at her.

"No"—Malika put the phone in her bag— "so, what did you do to make Lena cry?"

"You know the project we have for the Sweden Company?" Malika nodded. "well some morons are ruining it, apparently, they didn't follow the exact designs for two buildings and I'm pretty sure the Sweden company is going to sue us," Farah said while checking some work papers.

"Does your dad know about it?"

"Yeah! I have been in this mess since yesterday," Farah sneered. Farah's office phone ranged.

"I have to go; my s.h.i.+ft is about to start," Malika said while heading to the door. Farah waved at her and started the phone call with the same high angry tone.

After a while, Farah knew that she had to go to her father's office downstairs to tell him the updates. Lena entered the room to give her another bunch of work papers she needed, she took them and stood up. She took a deep breath and went directly to the stairs to head to her father's office. Her feet were hurting her from wearing the heels; she hated them. She took her time going downstairs, she wanted to focus her feeling on the pain rather than her overwhelming anxiety.

She could hear his angry voice from distance, she stood in front of the door breathing loudly, she raised her hand to knock on the door before entering the office. The moment the door opening frame revealed her body, everyone eyed her anxiously.

She bitted her bottom lips roughly feeling the improbable tension filled the room. Her father looked at her frowning and his anger was clear on his face. "I called our law department and we sorted everything out," she said with a low steady voice.

"How could you let those idiots put me in this situation!" her dad said furiously.

"I did everything right and they got it on time," Farah said defending herself. She looked at everyone except her father who was sitting on his desk in the middle surrounded by the head managers of every department. His office room was the biggest in the company. It was separated into two parts— one part had his desk and the other part was a small conference room— both parts were crowded with the managers who all shared the same anxious almost fear reaction.

"I gave them the designs and the instructions correctly—" she looked at her father, her breath stuck in her lungs. Behind her father's desk was a ceiling-to-floor gla.s.s wall showing the beautiful Mediterranean Sea on its full glory. Golden strings outside floating in the air slowly shaped into an angelic golden bird. Its eyes were almond in shape and its gaze was an incandescent blue fire astounded her to the core. "—it's not my responsibility." Farah blinked and the bird disappeared.

"You're the head of design and implementation; It is your responsibility!" he pointed his finger at her with obvious anger on his face. She looked at him and sighed; she knew there was no way to convince him that it wasn't her fault.

He kept blaming her and telling her how a failure she was— Farah felt a burning sensation in her chest eating her heart, she wished for a moment where he would stop and everything to just be quiet. It wasn't her father's anger or what happened two days ago…it was something more…something she couldn't explain— he told her how irresponsible she was.

"I alr—" Her father waved his hand for her to get out when his phone ranged; it was the executive manager of the Sweden company on the other side. She felt embarra.s.sed and her cheeks got shades darker than its natural pink shade; she eyed the other managers who gave her apologetic looks.

She left the office feeling oppressed. She walked slowly to her office and told Lena to arrange a meeting with the executive team of the project in half an hour. She left Lena and went to the roof of the building.

It was an incredible view; the company was surrounded by a huge garden and on the other side of the street was the coast of the Mediterranean Sea. She reached the rooftop railing and took off her heels. The moment she put her hand on the railing she started to cry and a flashback of the last couple of days started to pop in front of her eyes.