Camilas POV
The room is quite warm. We have been here for hours, seated across the Arab investor Sinclair has been trying to bring on board for months. I am sitting beside Sinclair, back straight, arms outstretched, quiet and elegant, like I had not rehearsed it in the mirror this morning.
He told me this meeting was important. That the man sitting across from us wearing a grey colored thawb and clean white ghutra, has the power to open doors even Sinclair could not on his own. Which is why I had taken my time today to curl my hair, put on a glossy lipstick, and wear the Burgundy dress that I was reserving for a special occasion that clung to my body just enough to establish my presence.
The Arab investor Mr Ali, doesn't talk much, just sits with his hands clasped in front of him, no
