Who Is Jamill Novels & Stories

Roshan looked at Jamil, who suddenly had a different countenance on, he wasn't really pleased with the look on Jamil's face. "What exactly did you tell her?" "That I feel I need her and that's just the truth Jamil." He shrugged his shoulders. "Is she a Muslim? Cos I have never seen her covered and yes! I once remembered you told me she's not a Muslim." Jamil unfolded his arms, stood up to get a bottle of water from the freezer in the office. "She's not a Muslim Jamil." Roshan told him. "She's a Christian but do I even care about that?" He scratched his forehead and looked away from Jamil, expecting him to say something favourable.

I saw him touch Lianne's waist. "Everyone, this is Jamil. My boyfriend"

Attending a couple of meetings that afternoon, I tried to focus on the details of the contract with Jamil. Jamil has been one of the few constants in all my meetings; honestly, I can’t handle anything without him around. It’s just that having Jamil there is so helpful and reassuring. His insights usually save the team from overlooking those minor yet crucial elements that could easily turn into major setbacks if ignored.

The call ended. I stared at the phone long after, my reflection staring back at me...tired, furious, unsure. I hated that another man even had a place in this story. Hated that Cierra’s past was now standing between us, breathing. *** Jamal arrived like he belonged nowhere and everywhere at once. Leather jacket. Sharp eyes. That careless confidence men wore when they’d never been held accountable for anything. He scanned the corridor, spotted me, and smirked. “So you’re him,” he said. “The guy playing savior.”

The man inspected what they were carrying. "Jam, where did you get these? Don't tell me you took them from your parent mine?! They'll be angry at what you're doing, they kicked you out, right?" Said a man, he is Amir. Zera watched the man, it was obvious that he was a little older than Jam but his charisma was still there. She and Gavin remained standing because they didn't want to sit down. When they all realized what the man said, their eyes widened, they didn't know that Jam was that rich and that his parents had various mines around the world.

I exclaimed with a big scowl and added, "I can't believe you're taking his side!" "I'm not... You know what? Never mind, I'm heading to work now. I don't want to be late," she said as she clutched her purse and stood up. Jamila worked as a chef in one fancy restaurant owned by some Frenchwoman. As a matter of fact, she'd advanced to being one of the head chefs after a year despite being among the youngest employees there. As jovial as she was, she didn't play when it came to her work.

"Sorry, I did not introduce myself earlier. I'm Jamel, Mr. Alex's personal assistant and his secretary for now due to some reasons. You are?" "Oh! I'm Ms. Carter. It would have been cool if I'm my boss's personal assistant too but I'm my own boss, my firm is still growing." Ms. Carter replied almost immediately, returning the same vibe as Jamel. "It's nice meeting you, I could say." "Yeah ..." Jamel nodded slowly with a small smile as he unlocked the door, creaking it open widely enough to contain the entrance of the both of them. "Come in.." Ms. Carter did as told as Jamel closed the door behind, offering her a seat.

" You are taking very good care of my sister as she's looking more beautiful by the day. " " Oh... Did you notice? You don't have to thank me, it's my duty. " He replied with a teasing smile. " Alright, then... " While Jemmy was looking around the hall for her friends, A guy approached her. He was none other than one of her schoolmates, Joel who acted as a royal prince in the inter-house sports ceremony. " Happy 15th birthday to you, Princess Jamimah! " He said to her with a grin!

] he finally typed back. Relief crashed into me. [We’ll get into the system and shut it down before whoever’s inside digs deeper.] Me: [Okay!] A few seconds passed. Then another message popped up. Jamal: [Who are these, Mila?] Jamal: [Their skills are too strong. Too precise.] Jamal: [Are we talking government level?] A bitter smirk tugged at my lips despite everything. Me: [No. Just a spoiled, dangerous playboy.] He sent a devil emoji.

“I’m just asking for the name.” “That’s unlike you, Damian.” He narrowed his eyes. “And don’t think I’ve forgotten how you acted last night. What’s really going on?” I opened my mouth to answer, but the elevator doors slid open. A lady walked in. The moment she saw me, she smiled brightly. “Mr. Knight! It’s so nice to finally meet you.” I frowned. “Do I know you?” “I’m Jamila. Jamila Fox. My dad must have told you about me. He even said I was going to be your personal secretary, but I was disappointed when someone else got the position.”