CHAPTER 3
KhalidA rather quiet man, Khalid confided in me without hesitation. He and I talked at great length. He often paused to make sure I was not misquoting him.
“You wrote it all down just like I said, right?”
The scale of the disaster had loosened his tongue, the violence of the shock had awakened the most instinctive part of his being.
Our interview went on for days. In the past, his schedule was so busy his two assistants could barely keep up with the meetings. Now, he had nothing but time on his hands. His assistants were probably long gone, and he was adamant that no one should help him. He made the calls, dedicating little time and effort to the more pressing matters at hand. There were many.
But he had to pour his heart out, to free his mind, to better grasp the reality of
