"He died poisoned?!!" Khaled said to the police officer who had visited him before.
Officer: Didn't the forensics report explain the type of poison or anything else?
Khaled: He said it was a pill, and it was poisoned. It works within a week.
Officer: Do you suspect anyone?
Khaled: I don't really know. But I think I need to see this sister my father dragged me into.
Officer: Honestly, I never knew when he got married or had her. But where is she? When will you meet and talk?
Khaled: First, we find the killer. Then we'll see what she wants.
Officer: She'll definitely come to you in the end. After all, he was her father.
Khaled: I was surprised she didn't show up… but we'll see.
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Khaled left the police station, thinking about the retirement deal and his sister.
Khaled (to himself): That's enough. I hope nothing else happens.
He got a call from Walaa.
Khaled: What?
Walaa: The laptop with the contracts was stolen.
Khaled (calmly): How was it stolen? Who did it?
Walaa: I don't know. Even the cameras... it's like they were hacked for a while, then came back on.
Khaled: Alright, I'll handle it.
He hung up.
Khaled (to himself): Maybe it was my sister… maybe she even killed my father. I don't know why I'm accusing her without any proof… maybe it's just my anger.
He went to the company and called the guard.
Khaled: Do you suspect anyone in the theft?
Guard: I don't know, but something strange happened.
Khaled: What is it?
Guard: That dumb boy who came looking for Ghufran… he asked me about the fingerprint in the elevator.
Khaled: What?! He came for Ghufran?! We need to find him.
Khaled called Walaa.
Khaled: Come here now.
Khaled: Why didn't you tell me he came looking for Ghufran?
Walaa: I did tell you, believe me. Maybe you forgot. What worries me more is that I locked all the doors and everything, but I found them open.
Khaled: Check again. Or maybe you gave the keys to someone. Anyway, I want all the information about him. He's a suspect now.
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Khaled went to the disco where Nadim had met Ghufran.
And yes, he found Nadim.
Khaled (to himself): Looks like he came to see her. He's more depressed than I heard.
He called someone and said: "Do it now."
Khaled sat at a table, watching Nadim.
A big man passed by Nadim and bumped into him hard, like a clear challenge. Nadim felt boiling anger, as if the hit woke up a storm inside him.
Nadim: Watch it.
Man: And if I don't? What will you do?
It was like this man came from the sky just to let Nadim release his anger. Nadim grabbed a glass from the table and hit the man on the head. Then another man joined in, and a fight started—three men against Nadim. He was in the middle, getting hit from all sides, fighting back with no use.
Then Khaled stepped in.
Khaled: Why are all of you on one guy? That's not fair.
Nadim looked at him, surprised. Khaled smiled and said:
Khaled: Get ready to fight together.
They teamed up and tried to fight the men back. They were beaten but managed to escape, both hurt. The disco manager stepped in and ended the fight. Khaled and Nadim left together.
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Outside
Nadim: Thank you so much.
Khaled: No problem, man. I really liked your courage.
Nadim smiled and said:
Nadim: I'm Nadim. Nice to meet you. I hope we become friends.
Khaled (smiling): Of course, Nadim. I'd be honored.
Khaled paused, then smiled strangely.
Khaled: By the way, my name is Mukhtar.
Nadim looked surprised.
Nadim: Mukhtar?!!