His phones rang incessantly, more mails popped up, his voice assistant wouldn't stop talking, the intercom buzzed repeatedly. Omar himself is found around all the mess as he talked to a man on the phone.
"Ha, Mister man, you need not worry. You know I always take care of the bills". Omar ignored the state of his office. He too felt like a mess.
After dealing with his drama queen aka Farah, he had dressed in a fine tailored suit to find his missing money on a Monday morning.
The girl wouldn't allow him to leave home, it almost felt like he was a single dad. He chuckled at the memory and all other ones they had created.
"Don't worry. Mister man, I will get everything ready. Everything ready for your magic hands", Omar said as he laughed.
Mister man is a friend he met at a bar, who understands numbers better than any man Omar's ever known. In other words, the man is a genius.
Omar wanted him to look at the records and spot the hints he may have overlooked.