Kamila's heart was in turmoil as she stood alone in the grandeur of his empty house, her thoughts racing in her mind. It felt as if the world had suddenly turned against her, leaving her feeling utterly helpless and alone.
As she watched him leave with his girlfriend, her mind was consumed with thoughts of inadequacy and unworthiness. She couldn't help but feel like an imposter in her role as his personal assistant, knowing that his family was one of the most successful and famous in the world.
The weight of her own limitations seemed to crush her, as she realized that she didn't even meet the minimum requirements for the job. Her lack of formal education and the fact that she spent most of her life running away from her problems only added to her feelings of inadequacy.
As Kamila made her way towards the door, she didn't notice the subtle signs that the house was not as empty as she had believed. Little did she know that there were guards surrounding the house, watching her every move.
Once outside, her instinct to flee took over. She didn't think about anything beyond escaping the house and getting as far away as possible. The fear of being discovered by him had been her worst nightmare, and now it had become a reality. She couldn't bear the thought of facing him again after what had happened between them last night.
Her mind was in a constant state of chaos, and the only thing she knew for sure was that she couldn't stay in her apartment any longer. She had to find a new place to hide, far away from the reach of Iyad who had found her once again.
"What I feared the most had happened so easily last night. He found me. He just found me."
It was a moment she had been dreading ever since she arrived in this city, a moment that seemed inevitable no matter how hard she tried to stay hidden.
For Kamila, staying hidden had become a way of life. She had spent years running from the shadows of her past, escaping a life of abuse and neglect that had left her feeling broken and alone. But no matter how far she ran, the memories of her past always seemed to find her, lurking in the corners of her mind like a dark cloud that threatened to swallow her whole.
Kamila's heart sank as she arrived at her apartment to find her belongings strewn unceremoniously outside, tossed out like worthless trash. Her stomach turned with apprehension as she realized that the owner of the building was standing there, surrounded by a group of teenagers who were hastily collecting her things and throwing them onto the sidewalk.
Nervously, she approached the man, struggling to find her voice. She was not used to standing up for herself, especially in this place where she always felt like an outsider.
"Why are you doing this?" she asked, her voice shaking with fear.
The man turned towards her, his eyes ablaze with anger. He strode towards her, leaving the teenagers behind to continue their work.
"From this day on, you are not a resident of this place," he spat out, his tone dripping with venom.
Kamila couldn't believe what she was hearing. She had always been a model tenant, paying her rent on time and obeying all of the rules set forth by the building's management. Why was this happening to her?
Desperate for an explanation, she implored the man to reconsider. But he was adamant. He refused to give her a reason for her eviction, leaving Kamila feeling more alone and helpless than ever before.
As she sat on the sidewalk, surrounded by her meager belongings, Kamila felt a wave of despair wash over her. Everything she owned was cheap and worn, a testament to the meager life she had lived up until this point. But even though her things were of little value, they were still hers. And now she had lost them, along with her sense of safety and security.
She began to cry uncontrollably, her tears falling freely onto the pavement. She felt as if she was suffocating, drowning in a sea of uncertainty and fear.
For hours, Kamila wandered aimlessly through the streets, lost in her own thoughts.
As the twilight painted the sky with its serene colors, Kamila sat at the bus station, her eyes fixed on the people walking around her with envy. Her mind was consumed with thoughts of despair and self-pity. "I only wanted a small place for me to live in, and here I am. Maybe I should have dreamed bigger," she muttered sarcastically.
As she sat there, lost in her thoughts, she suddenly felt someone getting closer to her. Kamila turned around, only to find herself face-to-face with a person who looked like a member of a mafia. Fear gripped her heart, and she tried to avoid eye contact with the stranger.
The person who approached Kamila was a tall and imposing figure, with broad shoulders and a muscular build. He wore a dark suit that was tailored to fit him perfectly, and a fedora pulled low over his brow.
His face was stern and expressionless, his eyes hidden behind a pair of dark sunglasses. He carried himself with a quiet confidence that suggested he was not to be trifled with.
But to her surprise, the man didn't seem interested in harming her. He simply handed her the phone he was holding and said in a deep, ominous voice, "The young master wants to talk to you."
Kamila's heart raced as she hesitantly took the phone from the stranger's hand. She wondered who this "young master" was and why he wanted to speak with her. The phone felt heavy in her hand, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding.
As she brought the phone to her ear, she could hear a deep and authoritative voice on the other end. "Kamila, it's me, Iyad," the voice said calmly.