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Everyone was dumbfounded and shocked to hear Hisham called Zareef, his brother.
The rude supervisor was taken aback. The hands of the security men dropped. They unknowingly dropped Zareef down.
Hisham ran speedily to where Zareef was. He hung him tightly with so much excitement and joy. An excited expression appeared on Zareef's face too.
A fright showed on the faces of the security men. A panicked expression appeared on the face of the supervisor.
Haven't they messed with the wrong person?
"Zareef, is this you? Oh my God!" Hisham spoke in a loud tone, and hugged him once again. He had been everywhere searching for him. It's ten years, ten years of not seeing his twin brother, his partner in crime.
"Why did you do that? Why? Oh my God! Just let's go to the office", Hisham muttered. He held Zareef's hand, and wanted to take him up.
"Wait!" Zareef spoke in a gentle tone. He took his eyes away from Hisham, and looked at the supervisor. The guy lowered his gaze, and now he acted gently, like a hungry guy.
"I'm sure you will meet a scene as you arrive, but the happiness of meeting me wants you to forget. However, it must be attended to." "I was highly humiliated and talked rudely too, especially by this man," he pointed at the supervisor.
"I'm one hundred percent sure he is not behaving that way because he wanted to protect you, but because he is judging me by my appearance. If I'm a bad person, but I dressed wealthy, he would surely allow me to see you without all this stress. I'm sure of that. And, it's obvious this is how they treat customers that come here. Acting to them based on their appearance", Hisham looked at the man.
"When did you start entertaining this? Humiliating people, treating them like no one. Even if it's a beggar that comes here, he/she deserves to be treated well", Zareef shouted.
"I'm sorry, Zareef, I have no idea that they used to do this. You should know I would never entertain that if I knew", Hisham uttered.
"This man here is the one doing such. He didn't even give room for confirmation. I'm sure this is how he used to do", Zareef said.
"I'm sorry! I'm just doing my job", the man uttered.
"Huu! Really?" Zareef intoned and chuckled gently.
"Zareef, we both owned this place. Whatever you want to do with him, say it, and that's final", Hisham muttered in a loud tone.
"He isn't worth being here, fire him!" Zareef said in an authoritative tone.
"Done!" Hisham confirmed, and he walked closer to the man.
"Your job is done here" He looked at him in the eyes and said, and removed the supervisor tag from his clothes.
"Sir! Sir! I'm—I'm sorry!" The man felt on his knees, and started apologizing bitterly.
"Let's go!" Hisham said to Zareef. Two of them passed beside him without feeling concerned, and headed to the private elevator.
Everyone at the reception remained calm. All of them found what happened astonishing. It was different questions that were on their minds to ask.
***
Some minutes later, an office door opened, and Zareef and Hisham entered inside. The office was so beautiful and large. It was decorated with lovely artwork.
"Zareef, why? Why? You just turned into a ghost, disappeared from everyone just because of what happened. It's ten years now, good ten years, hope you know?" Hisham spoke loudly as they entered inside.
"If you're angry at daddy for what happened, are you angry at me too?"
"I'm sorry!" Zareef apologized in a low tone.
"There's no how you will know my whereabouts that dad won't. And, I don't want to see him", he added. Hisham sighed. He pulled an executive chair closer and sat.
"It has been ten years now, so don't you think you should have forgotten about it and move, and come back home? Take a look at youself? See the kind of suit you put on? It's obvious you haven't been doing well. You left our businesses for me just because you're angry and suffering yourself---"
"Can you drop that, please?" Zareef interrupted Hisham, and spoke in a cool tone. He pulled an executive chair too closer, and sat down.
"I need urgent money. I need it right now to sort something out. I need one billion dollars", Zareef said. Hisham took a bewildering gaze at him.
"Can you see? Are you the kind of person who should be asking for just one billion dollars? Why are you making yourself suffering? Zareef, please come back home!" Hisham uttered in a sad tone.
"It's the money I need. Can I get it? It's urgent, as I said", Zareef muttered.
"Of course!" Hisham muttered. He stood up, walked to his working desk, and entered inside. He sat down on the chair there, and logged into his personal laptop.
"Sent to your account" Hisham said to Zareef after some minutes.
Zareef logged into his bank account through their website with the small phone in his hand, and wanted to confirm the money.
Hisham stared at him, looking at him from head to toe. He wasn't happy at all with the way Zareef looked.
"It has entered. I will take my leave now", Zareef stood up as he was talking, and he wanted to start leaving.
"What!" Hisham exclaimed in shock. He stood up on his feet.
"You haven't seen me, your twin brother, for ten years, and what you could do after confirming the money is to leave. Seriously!" he uttered in an astonished tone.
"I'm sorry! So, sorry. I have something important, extremely important to attend too, that's why. I have to go now", Zareef said, and started leaving.
"Zareef!" Hisham called in a cool tone as Zareef wanted to open the door.
"It has been ten years, everyone misses you. Please, come back home!" Hisham spoke in an unhappy tone, and he begged.
Zareef removed his hand from the handle of the door, and turned backward.
"Coming back home is impossible. I will be getting in touch with you, but that is if you don't let daddy know", Zareef said. He opened the door, and left.
Hisham tapped his fingers on the table. He picked his phone up, turned it on, and dialed a number.
"Hello!" he spoke in a low tone, and stared at the door with an expression.