WITHHELD SECRETS THAT NEVER GOT TO BE SAID
WITH HELD SECRETS, THAT NEVER GOT TO BE SAID.
Rashid stood up from his bed, as he went over to his wardrobe to put on a robe.
Everywhere was so cool and chilly, it's a Sunday morning, a day for Christian's to worship.
He mentally made a note of reminder to himself, not to go to the mosque late, as he had done last week Friday.
He was so damn busy with work, busy with unravelling the case of fraud which could make a company go bankrupt, if not for how wealthy he is.
If he did not study economics, he won't be able to handle and control the situation.
He wore the robe and went to his reading room, he normally doesn't take his phone along with him while going to his reading room.
It is a time for business for him.
"Good morning, Mr Rashid", Mrs Margaret said, as she took a bow before him.