A tray carrying water made its rounds. Others held whiskey and gin as requested by the elderly men. The tension in the room was palpable; it could fry an egg, but there were also sparks of something else.
The stakes were high. Every word exchanged held the power to alter the course of their nation's history, leading them into a new era.
Stephanie skillfully navigated between both sides. Despite her efforts, it remained unclear whether the population would attain peace or continue to suffer.
Individuals like Kameel, Majed, and Sharou were chameleons. No one knows the exact moment they may change colours.
Majed: "Things seem to be improving. Kameel is gradually sinking in his mess."
Sharou: "It was bound to happen. We simply expedited the process."
Majed: "Whoever came up with the ide
