7 o’clock in the evening, Iqbal Mansion, Living room


Sarah is waiting for her father in the living room. (The room is spacious, displaying a combination of black furniture and light grey walls. Adorned with mighty black couches, amphora on the table. One side of the room has volute staircase and the other links the living room with the kitchen. While, one of the remaining two walls, is decorated with Arabic calligraphy paintings, and the other has a ravishing bookcase. Moreover, everything is just magnificent.) When something strikes in her mind.

Sarah: (in mind) O no. No no no. Please God. What is happening with me? I already have one problem and now this one. Nooooo. I’m waiting for Dad so that I can tell him about the event. But if during the event he will see boss behaving rude with me….no…I cannot even imagine what he will do.

She is unconsciously making faces while thinking, when Mr. Iqbal enters the living room. Having a loving glance over her daughter, he notices her expressions. Mr. Iqbal is just like a coconut, firm outer surface, bland from inside. He is a successful businessman as well as a prosperous family man. He loves his daughter the most, in the whole world. Mr. Iqbal cannot tolerate Sarah being unhappy, even for a...