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Zareef took a disbelieving look at the man. Is this how they treat people here? They didn't even care to confirm, especially the man in the suit, and with the supervisor tag on it.
The man in front of him just walked him out of the place owned by him and his twin brother.
He felt angry by this, but he decided to act calm.
"I'm not an unsound-minded person. I can't just come here and ask Hisham if I am not related to him. Why can't you call him and confirm than assume that it can't be. Also, can't you see the resemblance---"
"We are in a modern world. People do surgery to become whatever they want", the man interrupted Zareef and uttered in a loud tone.
"Because you accidentally resemble or transform yourself into a low-budget Mr. Ghassan doesn't mean you can have access to him. I have been working here for seven years now, and I have never seen you before. So, what are you telling me? Even what if you're a hired assassin---"
"WHAT?" Zareef exclaimed. What kind of accusation is that? The friendly expression on his face changed. How could he say that to him?
"Yes! What if you disguised yourself as Mr. Ghassan's twin brother just to kill him? You know what, call him. If you're his brother truly, dial his number and call him!" The man spoke in a thunderous tone.
What the supervisor was trying to do wasn't that bad, but his approach and behavior towards Zareef was terrible.
He was acting like he was protecting his boss, but on the other hand, if it was that Zareef dressed well and looked like someone worth being Hisham's twin brother, he wouldn't be that strict.
Zareef didn't want to call Hisham before because he didn't want him to know his whereabouts. In the past, he had erased everything about him. The mobile line he was using now was a new line. He didn't want him to have it, because it could be used to track him.
He just wanted to come and collect the one billion dollars that Anjum requested, and turned into a ghost again.
It wasn't his brother he didn't want to see. It was his father. However, he knew that once his brother knew his whereabouts, his father too would do.
Right now, he doesn't have a choice other than to do so. These people, especially the supervisor, were wasting his time. Buthaynah is waiting for him.
He took his phone out, and started dialing Hisham's number.
Hisham was in a meeting room on the top floor with the managers when Zareef's call entered and his phone started ringing. Since it was a new line, it showed only the number on Hisham's phone. There's no name on it.
Hisham just pressed the power button of his phone, focused his attention on the man presenting something to them.
"Haven't I said so? It's obvious you're lying. So, can you just please get the hell out of here" the supervisor shouted rudely at Zareef.
The stupid behavior of the supervisor was that if Zareef looked wealthy, and it was even that he was lying, or he faked the resemblance to come here to carry out a mission, he wouldn't be this strict on him. The man was one of those that acted sycophantic to riches.
Zareef turned deaf ears to him. Why would he leave? He needed to set himself free from Anjum, and got married to Buthaynah today.
He kept calling Hisham, and ignored whatever that was happening in the background.
"If he refuses to leave, you have to bundle him out. Don't let the wealthy customers arrive and mistake him for the CEO. Call on other guys, and get him out of here now!" The man spoke in a commanding tone to a security man, and stared at Zareef with a bad expression.
The security man too called on two others, and two of them walked to Zareef in full force. They surrounded him with fierce eyes.
"You need to leave now, sir. Take your leave out voluntarily", the head of the security man uttered in a low tone.
"We won't like to rough handle you, and it's our job we are doing. Can you leave now?"
"Don't touch me!" The two officers had wanted to grip Zareef in the shoulders as their head was talking, but Zareef did a stop sign to them, and spoke in a loud tone.
He stopped calling Hisham, and decided to send a text message to him.
"Hi! It's me, your brother Zareef. I'm at the reception at our resort. Are you there? If so, come down and meet me" he wrote and sent.
It was immediately that the message entered Hisham's phone. He took a gaze at his phone as it sounded an alarm.
He wanted to press the power button, left whatever it was still after the meeting, but the name 'Zareef' he saw caught his attention.
He picked the phone hurriedly up from the desk. He unlocked it, and speedily opened the message.
"Oh my God! Zareef! Zareef is here!" he screamed in a thunderous tone that a fright caught those sitting. All of them looked at him.
"You know what, this meeting has to stop!" He rushed up, and started running speedily out of the meeting room. Everyone was dumbfounded. They found this astonishing.
A few people among them stood up, and followed him.
As Hisham came out of the meeting room, he just rushed into an elevator and operated it to the last floor.
He didn't even know that it was a public elevator he entered. The staff members inside it stared at their CEO with a bewildering expression. First time in history.
"Why are you deliberating with him? Is it going to make sense if a wealthy, famous customer arrived and met this low-budget boy here? Carry him and throw him out!" the supervisor spoke in a commanding tone.
The security officers too grabbed Zareef in his upper arms, and started dragging him out forcefully that as Zareef was trying to free himself, it wasn't easy for him.
"Can you let me go? Is this how you treat people? Can you let me go?" Zareef was saying in an aggressive tone as he was trying to struggle.
"You join them also, carry him like a baby, and throw him out", the man added, and talked to the head of the security officers.
The man obeyed. He carried Zareef's legs off the ground, his boys held his hands, and they started taking him outside.
"What's going on here?" all of them heard their CEO's voice. The three security men taking Zareef outside like a bag of rice turned backward.
"BROTHER!" Hisham's eyes sparkled as he saw him in the hands of the security officer.
What an amazing meeting after ten good years?