Once Upon A Sultan ✅

Chapter 41.

-THIRD PERSON POV-

Maroudi, Nigeria.

"Ma'am...ma'am! Ma'am you can't go in there--"

The words fell on deaf ears as she stormed her way to the meeting room, and without a knock or second thought, pushed the double doors open and made her way in with the secretary hot on her tail.

Startled, the men in the room looked up to see who is the cause of such ruckus. Almost half, if not, all of them recognized the woman. Who wouldn't? She's no doubt one of the most famous ones in the state, if not, the country now.

From having a successful career in journalism, being the first to go up against the royals of Maroudi, getting involved in countless scandals in a week, disappearing and returning as the owner of the most popular resort in the state, of course she's famous.

Some have never seen her in person, and even with face bare of any makeup now, she definitely matches up to expectations. If not, even better.

"I-I'm sorry sir. I t-tried to stop her but she wouldn't l-listen" The secretary apologized profusely, her head downcast. Her body was visibly shaking, not wanting to get on the bad side of the Sultan.

He was scary enough as the CEO of Almaz Foods. Becoming the Sultan only made him scarier.

Zainab ignored the woman, and the take slow strides towards the man at the helm, who still had his gaze fixed ahead—not once moving to see the cause of the commotion. The sound of her sandals clanking on the marbled floor filled the otherwise quiet room, as everyone await to see the scene unfold.

She stopped beside him, her eyes never leaving his figure. "Dismiss them" She stated lowly.

Azeez twirled the pen in his hand, ignoring her.

She scoffed lowly, her lips curling into a scowl. "--You know what I'm capable of doing, right? I can do that in front of them without any hesitation. So, unless you want them to enjoy the show openly, dismiss them"

He stopped twirling the pen, the wheels in his head turning. After a few seconds, he spoke. "Leave us" That was all he needed to say before they started to file out. The few that remained scrammed out when he fixed his glare on them.

In only a matter of seconds, the meeting room was empty except for the two.

Azeez then pushed his chair back, and stood up.

The minute he turned around to face her, a slap landed right across his cheek, and then another. Before she could land the third one, he held her wrist not so nicely. His hold was tight, and if it lasts a few more minutes, it would definitely leave a bruise.

His eyes were narrowed in slits, and if it could send one to an early grave, she would be six feet under.

But, not her. Never her.

She glared right back at him, "Let go" She stated through gritted teeth. She held his glare, not willing to back off.

Only a few seconds later, he let go of her hand only for him to get smacked right across the face again—this time, harder than earlier. It is obviously bound to sting more.

She could tell she's right from the way his body stiffened, and his eyes narrowed even more. His jaw was clenched, and so was his fist. Anyone in their right sense would fear him but Zainab only wanted to make him more enraged.

She wanted to hurt him. She wants him to feel the pain she felt and more. Too bad physical pain won't do it, but it will help her lessen her anger only slightly.