"What was your name again?"

Zayn looked up when he heard the receptionist's unwelcoming tone. He tucked one of his hands into the pocket of the khaki uniform pants he was wearing.

"Zayn..." He answered. "Zayn Ahmed."

His hand moved in the pocket of the pants once more to check for the nth time if the pendant he kept there was still intact. He relaxed when he felt the cold sensation of the stone brushing his fingers lightly.

He looked at the receptionist in front of him with a light frown. The feeling seemed mutual because the receptionist was also staring back at him with a frown.

"And, who would you like to see?" Her voice was laced with displeasure.

"Dahlia Faez," He mentioned his wife's name with natural ease and wondered how she would react to his sudden visit.

He took a quick look around the lobby of the entertainment agency and noted how lavishly it was designed, the way it should be.

It's only expected that an over rated entertainment agency like this has a luxurious lobby since it has only ever produced prominent artistes.

His attention was drawn back to the receptionist when the computer in front of her made a low noise.

She looked up within a minute and asked again,"Do you have an appointment?"

He shook his head sideways to indicate 'no'. He didn't miss the way her face twisted in disgust and how she gave his shabby appearance a gaze filled with criticism.

"I'm sorry but I can't let you in without an appointment."

Actually, the receptionist didn't check the scheduled appointments record because from the minute Zayn walked in, he looked like he was lost and had walked into a wrong place.

During the short span of time she has worked here, she has never seen someone with a dirty and wretched look like Zayn. Her first thought had been to call the security but when he mentioned Dahlia, she had the urge to laugh.

Why would a homeless looking man just walk into an entertainment agency like this and request to meet one of the current hottest female stars in the entertainment agency? That too, without an appointment. What a joke!

Zayn frowned at the receptionist's curt response. This is the first time he is visiting Dahlia's entertainment agency since they got married. He didn't think the receptionist would act like this.

Is it bad to visit his wife for the first time at work? He even made sure to bring the gift he spent most of his savings on. He would have given it to her at home but she always gave him the cold shoulder so he decided to bring it here instead.

Besides, it would be terrible if he were to visit his wife for the first time at work without bringing a gift.

"You should call her first and inform her about my presence. I'm sure she would understand once you mention my name," he still remained adamant to see Dahlia.

The receptionist actually snickered this time. The way he spoke confidently was hilarious to her. She could have dismissed him then or informed the security to escort him out but instead she nodded.

She has been confined to this boring position for so long that Zayn's sudden ridiculous appearance is like a breath of fresh air.

"I'll give you feedback in a few minutes," She said as she picked up the telephone on her desk to contact someone.

He nodded and stood by patiently.

"Don't you think that filth looks like a familiar famous actor?" A passer-by told her male companion as she sneered at Zayn.

The man beside her took one look at Zayn and felt repulsed. "Any director or producer who would make a mistake of signing someone like that as a star must enjoy bad luck. At most, he is only decent enough for a stunt double."

"I doubt if he would even succeed as a stunt double. Seems like the security line is getting weaker for anyone to just wander in here and soil this place with their dirty feet. Hmph!" the lady harrumphed.

Zayn's lips twitched at these snide remarks. He turned and managed to get a glimpse of the rude lady just before she stepped outside with her companion.

She looked somewhat familiar. He turned back to the receptionist. Her words don't bother him because he's already used to it. He gets that everytime.

The receptionist's eyes darkened at whatever she heard on the phone and she gave him a scornful look. Disconnecting the call, she placed the telephone on the desk.

"Miss Dahlia isn't in the company and the assistant claims not to know anyone bearing the name you gave," the ridiculous expression on her face intensified.

Just as she had suspected, he really lost his way and came to the wrong place. But there is no one else bearing Dahlia Faez, is there?

Zayn was confused. Isn't Dahlia supposed to be at work? Where else would she go? He made an attempt to ask the receptionist when he saw the annoyed look on her face. He subconsciously swallowed his words.

"If you insist, you could wait for her over there or just leave," She pointed at a couple of seats opposite her desk.

But just when he decided to leave, he noticed a familiar face. "Miss Ayra!" He called out as he rushed to a formally dressed woman who seemed to be avoiding him.

She walked hurriedly like she didn't hear him at all. But her short, chubby legs were no match for his long ones. In just a few strides, he caught up with her and held her hand to stop her.

She shrieked in disgust,"Get your filthy hands off me!"

Zayn hurriedly let go of her hand. "Is my wi... Is Dahlia in the office? I want to see her," he managed to stop himself before he said 'my wife.'

He knows how much Dahlia loathes him calling her his wife in front of others.

"I already instructed the receptionist to inform you that she isn't in the office," Miss Ayra answered, still wiping the spot he had held her furiously like there was dirt on it.

Ayra is Dahlia's personal assistant. She and Zayn are well acquainted with each other because she is one of the few people that's aware of Dahlia's married status.

Believe me when I say, since the very first time Dahlia introduced them to each other, she didn't mask her despised feeling for him.

How could her boss, a famous B-lister actress who has companies tripping for her to endorse their brands get married to a nameless man, a nobody?

Zayn didn't mind her rude attitude or words. He simply smiled and brought out a little paper bag that looks like gift bags used to wrap jewelries.

"I won't stay long. I have to get back to work soon anyway. I just want to drop this gift."

Miss Ayra looked at the poorly branded bag in his hands and laughed slowly. "Do you think my boss will value whatever cheap jewelry you've got in there when her table is filled with different expensive accessories you can only dream of? It wouldn't be a surprise if that thing in that bag is fake."

Zayn's smile widened a bit. He knows his wife is popular, why flaunt it in his face?

"Will you lead the way or shall I tail you?" His words stunned the assistant who was expecting him to cower away in shame or embarrassment given all she just said.

"You...! I could get you thrown out for intruding on a private premises and threatening a staff member!" She exploded. Who the hell does he think he is?

"Go ahead."