<p><span style="font-family:Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif;"><strong>Salman let out a deep sigh of relief when she accepted, glad that he wouldn't lose his work partner as he enjoyed working with her.</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif;"><strong>Aisha Lawal also sighed with relief.</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif;"><strong>As for their MD, he slid a small file toward Jannart and said,</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif;"><strong>“Here you go, but there’s nothing much in it except his name, the names of his companies, their locations, his hospitals, and his foundation called 'Mainasara Foundation'.”</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif;"><strong>Noticing he had gone quiet, she glanced at him and asked softly,</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif;"><strong>“Does it not include his phone number, picture, or address?”</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif;"><strong>The MD adjusted his posture and replied,</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif;"><strong>“Jannart, if those details were included, it wouldn't be challenging to find him, and he wouldn't be such a special person. Everything about him is meticulously guarded, which makes him unique.”</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif;"><strong>Turning to the program coordinator, he continued,</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif;"><strong>"There’s no phone number, no picture, and no address. Even if there were, calling his number a thousand times using a thousand different lines wouldn’t work. He uses an app that blocks calls unless he has saved the caller’s number. And even if he has saved it, you'll likely need to call at least ten times before he answers. He’s extremely busy with work and responsibilities assigned to him by his father.</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif;"><strong>People admire his diligence and are in awe of how he manages his workload despite being young and surrounded by older, experienced individuals. That’s why he seldom answers calls directly. Instead, you have to leave a voicemail, which might be the only way to hear his voice. If your matter is important and you convey it wisely, he might call you back himself."</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif;"><strong>Most of the people in the room exhaled a heavy sigh.</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif;"><strong>Feeling disheartened, Jannart turned to Hajia Rabi'ah and asked,</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif;"><strong>“My aunt, where did you get all this information?”</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif;"><strong>Hajia Rabi'ah chuckled and replied,</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif;"><strong>“Jannart, you’re already acting like a journalist by trying to investigate this from me.”</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif;"><strong>Jannart smiled and nodded.</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif;"><strong>Their MD nodded as well, impressed by her composure and commitment to her work.</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif;"><strong>Hajia Rabi'ah explained,</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif;"><strong>“Actually, I heard this from the PA’s friend, who is my nephew’s friend.”</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif;"><strong>Quickly, Jannart handed her phone to Hajia Rabi'ah, saying,</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif;"><strong>“Please give me your nephew’s number.”</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif;"><strong>Smiling, Hajia Rabi'ah saved the number, saying,</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif;"><strong>“His name is Mahmoud.”</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif;"><strong>“Okay,” Jannart responded as she saved it.</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif;"><strong>Meanwhile, the MD continued discussing their program changes.</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif;"><strong>The meeting finally ended around 5:45 PM.</strong></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif;"><strong>—</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif;"><strong>Upon leaving the meeting, most of them headed to the parking lot to get their vehicles.</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif;"><strong>Asiya gave Jannart a spiteful look as they exited, her escorts standing immediately to trail behind her.</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif;"><strong>Jannart turned slightly, hearing Aisha Lawal calling her.</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif;"><strong>“Jannart! Jannart!!”</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif;"><strong>Turning back, Jannart stopped in the middle of the path opened up by her security team.</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif;"><strong>Aisha caught up to her and softly asked,</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif;"><strong>“Do you think you can manage this?”</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif;"><strong>Afraid of losing her job and knowing it was her only escape from the suffocating conditions at home, Jannart replied,</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif;"><strong>“Yes, Aisha, I will manage, God willing. I must. If I fail, I’ll be stuck at home, and Yah Junaid will continue tormenting me endlessly. This job is my world, my foundation for freedom. How can I risk losing it?”</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif;"><strong>In a low, trembling voice, Aisha said,</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif;"><strong>“Alright. Salman asked me to tell you that, God willing, you can do it, and he’ll advocate for you to be given all the support you need. He wanted to walk with you but decided against it because of those intimidating men shadowing your every move.”</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif;"><strong>Jannart nodded, and they both exchanged goodbyes.</strong></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif;"><strong>—</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif;"><strong>Three luxury cars were parked, with hers in the middle. The ones in front and behind carried her security detail.</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif;"><strong>She sat quietly in the backseat while her driver navigated through the streets.</strong></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif;"><strong>—</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif;"><strong>They arrived at a quiet and upscale neighborhood called Janbulo. The area, unlike typical Kano city, was serene, with large, beautiful homes.</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif;"><strong>At the gate of a massive and luxurious house, they honked, and the guard quickly opened the gate for them. They drove into the compound.</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif;"><strong>The maghrib prayer call was echoing just as they parked.</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif;"><strong>Simultaneously, Alhaji Idi Sale Dakata stepped out of the house, flanked by three young men—Junaid, Azeez, and Abdul. They were accompanied by another man resembling him, Barrister Kabir Saleh Dakata, his younger brother.</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif;"><strong>Jannart exhaled a sigh of relief, realizing that Yah Azeez was likely leaving for his job. She noticed his luggage being loaded into a car, signaling they were probably heading to the airport after prayers.</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif;"><strong>Barrister Kabir smiled warmly at her and said,</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif;"><strong>“Masha Allah, Ammina, you’re back.”</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif;"><strong>She quickly approached him, avoiding Yah Junaid’s piercing gaze. Softly, she responded,</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif;"><strong>“Yes, Abba, I’m back. Where’s Aunty Dija?”</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif;"><strong>Barrister Kabir, who she called Abba, replied kindly and sympathetically,</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif;"><strong>“They’re inside. Go ahead and meet them while we head to the mosque.”</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif;"><strong>"Alright," she replied softly, relieved as she entered the house.</strong></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif;"><strong>—</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif;"><strong>Addis Ababa, Ethiopia.</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif;"><strong>A handsome young man exuded elegance as he emerged from the entrance of the Tikur Anbessa Teaching Hospital.</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif;"><strong>Accompanied by a group of senior Ethiopian doctors and nurses, he walked gracefully, his every move radiating calmness and authority.</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif;"><strong>His striking features were impossible to miss—fair-skinned with a glowing complexion, a sharp, finely chiseled nose, mesmerizing light eyes, and well-defined red lips. His neatly trimmed beard perfectly complemented his sharp jawline. His hair was impeccably styled, enhancing his captivating appearance.</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif;"><strong>He wore an expensive red suit with white polka dots, paired with a white tie with red spots. His Italian-designed white Tom’s shoes with red "R-M" initials added a touch of sophistication, matched by his Gucci watch.</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif;"><strong>This was Dr. Rayyern Bashir Muhammad Mai-nasara, a man of exceptional charisma and elegance.</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif;"><strong>After bidding farewell to Dr. Adeym and the other medical staff, he entered his car, driven by his chauffeur, and left the hospital.</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif;"><strong>On their way to Hera Addis Hotel, he instructed the driver to stop near a mosque as the isha prayer was due. After praying, they proceeded to the hotel.</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif;"><strong>Exhausted, Dr. Rayyern leaned back in his seat, closing his eyes and letting out a deep sigh. His phone rang, but he ignored it, succumbing to the fatigue of a long day.</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif;"><strong>Upon arrival, his team assisted him with his belongings, and he quietly made his way to his suite, ready to unwind.</strong></span></p><p> </p><p> </p>
