Ward watched the threads intermingled. “So many patterns,” he mused. How would LaVeau react to this one?
Reza stepped through the doorway into the outer office. His words drifted back over his shoulder. “I’ll bring the new merchandise to Ward’s when you visit, if that meets with your approval.”
When the door closed, the Sheikh spoke. “Mr. LaVeau visited me at the farm yesterday. I explained my difficulty using my slaves in this country and asked for his help.” Sheik Mahmud frowned. “He was remarkably autocratic. I felt his spirit hovering over me like a domineering black cloud.”
“He certainly would like to expand his influence to include me. Yet he’s reluctant to take the job.” The Sheikh smiled, “He feels so secure in his power that he has no fears about being brutally honest. He said
