Months Later... Tanbough.
Kameel's favourite hotel overshadowed all others. Olive trees and palms burst out of the opulent gardens as soon as you drive up the spiral road to the top. The mirrored glasses on the walls sparkled on the outside, too bright to look at when the sun was in full glow. The President hosted ambassadors from neighbouring countries, flaunting his unloving pet, his work of art. The soles of his shoes kissed the golden floors, the grease in his hair highlighted by the exquisite glass-beaded chandelier hanging above his head.
The Prime Minister was by his side, following like a puppet on strings. They had a press conference, took tons of photos and offered their blemished hospitality to their guests. Majed followed Kameel to his private suite on orders. Kameel said the
