It was difficult not to like her. He couldn’t put his finger on it but in an odd kind of way, she’d stirred strange feelings in his heart within minutes of their first meeting at his office, a month ago.
She was also a weighty client and, though intelligent and articulate enough otherwise, supported an awful business sense that required his advice and intervention often.
‘As the Bank Manager, it was his job to help out every client,’ he tried to reason with himself, suppressing a chuckle, ‘especially damsels in distress!’ Then, he expelled his breath slowly and deliberately, ‘What am I getting myself into?’
“Good day, Ms Sharmeen.” He got up as she entered. She smiled and extended her hand, “ Mr. Raza.”
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