“Talking of the devil and here the devil comes.” The thought made my mouth bitter as I watched the sleek Mercedes Maybach S600 rolling over the concrete surface from distance. Four cars were parked before the Prince’s arrival while an additional two-tailed after—completing the caravan. The paparazzi loomed over around every legitimate corner that according to them could potentially click snaps from correct angels.
I watched a couple of them sneakily mingling with the administrative departments. However, they were immediately spotted and instructed to maintain the protocol.
A wave of anticipation lingered in the environment. I watched as the Sleep Maybach stopped in front of the entrance. The identical gorilla looking guards stepped out equipped with machine guns. They were, by de
