The Other Woman

His heartbeat quickened as he took in her slender form through the glass door. She crossed the space leading to his office with confident strides. She had the look of a woman who knew what she wanted.

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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