chapter 15

INAYA -

Although I was a bit worried about Hamza, I still didn't contact him, I believed that grandmother of mine would surely call if ever something happened or even if she had news to gossip about because that lady was more of a journalist than I ever was.

Trusting my grandmother's total incapability of keeping to herself, I threw all Hamza's matter to the back of my head.

That is until something came up, And the only one I thought of seeking help from was Hamza.

I was working on a certain report about a foreign company when the name of one of the mentioned lawyers was awfully familiar.

The old 60-something famous lawyer had Algerian origins although he was a French citizen by nationality. He was so successful that his namely big company hired him for a scandalous trading case and they won it effortlessly.

What caught my attention though was not his phenomenon success record, but his picture, and his name. I saw that man before, he was the man who my mother married after my father'