003: Curiousity Killed The Cat.

C—lick.

Zayn closed the door with a low click. He remembered to check the door to make sure it was in perfect condition and he hadn't damaged it in any way because he was certain if anything were to happen to the door, assistant Ayra would have his head in an instant.

He chuckled as he thought of the ferocious expression on the assistant earlier and he turned to leave. Just as he turned around, his curious eyes caught sight of the door opposite Dahlia's office.

The door was ajar. Huh, why didn't he notice this door earlier? His eyes darted upwards and he spelt out the name written on the sign board on the door -'Director Ahmed.'

"Director Ahmed?" He said again, quietly. "Why do I feel like I have heard this name before?"

Nope. It's not the similarity in their last names. Zayn just thought the name sounded— familiar?

He thought of something, looked at the sign board again and nodded,"Now I remember. He's the same man that's been trending in the news lately."

The name seemed familiar because lately, for some reason, the man has been trending in the news with Dahlia.

Just this morning, while working at the restaurant, Zayn had overheard an ongoing talk show on the radio involving his wife and this director Ahmed.

Out of mere curiosity, he stepped into the office. Naturally, y'all should expect the man to want to know what's so special about this man that's been trending with his wife. You know— that little jealous spirit... If that's what it is.

Zayn took a quick glance at the tidy office. He suddenly thought of something. Is director Ahmed a neat freak, perhaps an OCD? Because there's not even a speck of dirt in sight.

He took another step forward in the office and suddenly stopped. There was no mistaking that the soft giggles he heard just now was Dahlia's voice.

His brows furrowed in confusion. "Dahlia?"

However, the office was silent once again so he couldn't tell if he heard correctly or not. But isn't Dahlia supposed to be out of the company?

While he was contemplating, he heard the giggles again. This time, louder. His gaze locked in on the door at the far end of the room.

He walked to the backroom door in the office despite the fact that he knew he could be arrested for violating someone's privacy.

Swinging the unlocked door open, he stared at the stunned pair tangled in the bed. Dahlia was shocked to see him because she hurriedly tried to cover up her naked chest with the duvet.

His eyes trailed down to the clothes strewn on the floor. His body turned rigid when he noticed the scarf Dahlia had worn this morning peeking out among the rumpled clothes on the floor.

"W—ho are you!? How dare you barge into my office like this!? Where are those useless security when you need them!?" The angry voice made Zayn turn his attention back to the pair of cheaters on the bed.

He chuckled coldly. "Go on. Call the security in and let them have a clear view of your nudes. I'm sure it'll sell for a few dirhams. Should I take some pictures myself?"

He wasn't even acting like someone who just cheated on.

Dahlia grew furious. "What are you doing here when you should be working your butts off at the restaurant?" Her look of anger slowly turned to that of disgust.

Zayn restrained from laughing and clenched his fists. His wife has never let him touch her or even so much as speak to her. But yet... She was getting cozy with a young director in the office.

"Dahlia." Did someone turn on the air conditioner in the room? Why does it seem the temperature grew colder? "Is this how you get your movie roles? By sleeping with your director. Or is this scene also part of your movie roles? What do they call it again? Yes... The bedroom scenes."

"You should never have been here in the first place," Dahlia spat out in return. Right there, in front of him, the director tugged off the duvet covering the upper part of Dahlia's body and he moved closer.

He went ahead to grope Dahlia's bosoms to which the latter moaned at. A load of bile rushed up Zayn's throat which he swallowed down forcefully. They... They were actually making out in front of him.

He turned away, not wanting to spend anymore time with these repulsive beings. She didn't even show any remorse even after he caught her cheating.

****

Zayn walked out of the entertainment agency and looked at the tall building. His fists clenched harder as his eyes reddened from anger, not from pain like you must be thinking.

He brought out the pendant in his pocket and laughed sarcastically as the little pink stone at the center of the pendant gleamed lightly.

Despite her constant rude attitude, he had been willing to make their relationship work for Omar's sake. He stroked the pink stone again.

He had even been willing to give her this but she clearly doesn't deserve it. He wrapped the pendant in his hand and returned it to the bag assistant Ayra had called 'cheap'.

He brought out his phone. There were a few messages he ignored. He clicked on the last one and read it. He could even feel the anxiousness of the sender.

'Zayn, where are you? I tried to hide it from the boss but he found out that you took over my shift again. I'm sorry. You should return to the restaurant as soon as possible.'- Mike.

He sighed and put the phone in his pocket again before hurriedly mounting the old bike he had brought. It had a logo of a delivery boy.

He tried to start the bike but soon discovered that it had broken down as usual. "Just great... As if that wasn't enough," He mumbled under his breath and got off the bike.