Khizer’s POV:
When in business, a man should give little to no information about his company to it’s rivals. That way, they are always full of apprehension, since they can’t predict your next move.
Even if that information is as little as what kind of office I work in.
Sitting in the conference room, I was extremely bored. Ahmed’s attempts to change the terms of the contract are nothing but childish, and the fact that I have to deal with them personally irritates me.
And my lawyer is most possibly the most boring person I’ve ever met.
You can’t get a single sentence out of the guy.
So when the door opened, and Ahmed entered, followed by the last person I was expecting to see, I was pleasantly shocked.
I knew Ahmed changed his lawyer again, but I didn’t know it was HER.
And judging from the expression on her face, she wasn’t expecting to see me here either.
“Good morning Mr. Malik.” I glance at Ahmed and smile.
“I see you changed your lawyer again.” I ignore his greeting.
My secretary ushers them to seats, Mansha sitting across from my lawyer, Ahmed between us.
“She’s here to stay.” He speaks kindly, his tone dripping with fakeness. “Ms. Haseeb, this is Mr. Khizer Malik, CEO of KMC.”
Mansha’s expression is now carefully void, and she just nods at me.
I cut my gaze back to Ahmed. “Let’s cut to the chase shall we? I’m sure you’re here to revise the contract again.”
I nod at my lawyer, and he takes out a copy of the contract.
“That’s won’t be necessary.”
I look at Mansha, whos already taking out a file as she speaks. “I read the contract Mr. Malik.” She looks into my eyes.
I can’t help thinking how perfectly she fits into the role of a lawyer, dark eyes daring me to challenge her.
I tilt my head to the side. “I’m sure you did.”
She leans in, not breaking eye contact. “And I couldn’t help noticing that your lawyer missed a point.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Did he now?”
Finally breaking eye contact, she looks down and takes out a copy of the contract, sliding it toward my lawyer and me.
I just keep looking at her, waiting.
“When you want to buy a company, Mr. Malik, and both buyer and seller agree to the terms and sign the contract, a time period of six months is to be given to the seller after the signing, so he can settle his business.”
My lips quirk up.
FINALLY someone noticed. “Is that so?” I ask non chalantly.
She ignores the comment. “And seeing as the signing has not been done since my client does not agree to the terms, you can’t expect him to just move out.”
“Of course not.”
“Hence, my client wishes that you join him for mediation, so you can settle your disputes there and agree to the price of the company.”
My face doesn’t show how pleased I am feeling.
They’re stalling for time.
“You want me to go with him to meet someone who is both our friend and whine to him about how and why we fought, just so he can tell us to be friends again by compromising, as if we’re still in middle school?” I ask, tilting my head and looking at her.
She frowns. “Yes. And it’s called mediation. I’m surprised your lawyer hasn’t adviced it yet.”
I smile at Ahmed. “Maybe because he knows it won’t work.”
We talk some more, and it ends with me agreeing to go for mediation with Ahmed next week.
They were playing right into my hands and they didn’t even know it, if the wide smile on Ahmed’s face as the two left was any indication.
However, I wasn’t done.
I met Ahmed’s lawyer, sure, but the urge to meet the girl from the parking lot was too much.
I couldnt let a coincidence this huge just pass.
Murmuring in the ear of my secretary, I leave to go back to my office.
It was clear that Ahmed had hired a competitive lawyer this time, but if I wanted him to move according to me, I had to play my cards just right.
I watch him leave through my floor to ceiling office window, satisfied with his performance today.
I turn at the knock on my door.
My secretary stands there. “Sir, Ms. Haseeb is here. ”
I give her a nod. “Bring her in.”
A while later, Mansha enters, looking not at all pleased.