<p>They sat on the carpet with humility. Ahmad's secretary said, "Your Highness, here he is."</p><p>"Okay, you can leave," Ahmad replied. The secretary left, leaving Abbah behind, who kept glancing around. Since his entire life, he had never seen such a luxurious space. The room was grand and adorned with every comfort imaginable. Photographs of "Namijin Duniya" (The Man of the World) hung majestically on every wall of the room.</p><p>With difficulty, Abbah tore his gaze away from the captivating sights and lowered his head. Nervously, he greeted them. Ahmad responded with a warm acknowledgment, but "Namijin Duniya" only glanced at him briefly before looking away disdainfully. Internally, he thought, "So, this is the father of that insolent, disrespectful girl? Look at him… just as unimpressive as she is."</p><p>Lost in these thoughts, he heard Ahmad say, "The reason I terminated your employment was not due to any wrongdoing on your part. A new company policy now prohibits hiring individuals without a degree or those past a certain age. However, if you have someone with the right qualifications—be it a man or a woman—they can replace you. But remember, they must be hired by 'Namijin Duniya's' company, not mine."</p><p>Overwhelmed with joy, Abbah raised his head, beaming, and said, "Thank you, Your Highness. May Allah bless you and increase your wealth. I am truly grateful. But I don’t have a son with such qualifications—only a daughter. May I bring her instead?"</p><p>Ahmad smiled. "That’s fine, Baba. Bring her in as long as she has a degree."</p><p>Abbah hesitated before saying, "But there’s a bit of an issue. She shares everything with her friend—education, opportunities. Alhaji Zannah made sure both were treated equally. It wouldn’t be fair for me to prioritize my daughter over her friend. Should I bring both of them?"</p><p>Namijin Duniya’s chest tightened. His mood shifted instantly, but his pride and ego masked any outward reaction. Pretending indifference, he continued operating his phone. Ahmad reassured Abbah, saying, "No problem, Baba. Bring them both for interviews tomorrow."</p><p>Overjoyed, Abbah expressed his gratitude and left with excitement, confident that his job would soon be restored.</p><p>Namijin Duniya smiled subtly—a smile that only he understood. He shook hands with Ahmad, and Ahmad said, "Step one is in motion. Now we need to finalize step two of our plan. Let’s consult Adam about his opinion and finalize the wedding arrangements afterward."</p><p>"Alright, let’s go," Namijin Duniya replied.</p><p>The next morning, Namijin Duniya got dressed early and skipped breakfast. He descended the stairs while fastening his Rolex watch and saw his father, Abbih, seated at the dining table with his mother. Approaching them, he greeted, "Good morning, Abbih. Did you sleep well?"</p><p>"Very well, son. You're up early today," Abbih replied.</p><p>"Yes, I have something urgent to attend to," he explained.</p><p>Abbih teased with a smile, "Are you sure there isn’t a bride-to-be involved?"</p><p>Namijin Duniya chuckled—a rare sight—and responded, "Abbih, the weather is beautiful today."</p><p>His father and mother watched in surprise as he left, clearly pleased with his unusual cheerful demeanor.</p><p>At his office, Namijin Duniya reclined on his chair, lost in deep thought. A knock on the door pulled him back to reality. His secretary entered, swaying provocatively. She was dressed in tight-fitting pants and a revealing top that left little to the imagination. Her heavy makeup and exaggerated mannerisms screamed desperation. She chewed gum audibly as she approached him.</p><p>"Good morning, sir. Would you like anything? Coffee perhaps?" she asked, her voice dripping with flirtation.</p><p>Without glancing at her, Namijin Duniya coldly replied, "I don’t need anything today." He paused, then gave her a piercing look before adding, "You’re dismissed."</p><p>Taken aback, she tried to act nonchalantly, adjusting her top to emphasize her figure as she walked to the mini-fridge. She grabbed a tray and left the office, muttering under her breath, "I can’t believe I messed up my chance today. I thought that smile was for me! But I won’t give up. I’ll visit my shaman tonight for stronger charms. He’ll fall for me eventually—he has no choice!"</p><p>She sat at her desk, picked up her phone, and called her friend. The phone rang once before her friend picked up, eagerly saying, "Hello! What’s the update?"</p>
