Soon, a sleek black Maybach purred to a stop before us. Its tinted windows were gleaming under the golden Dubai sun and a moment after, a chauffeur, dressed in an immaculate white uniform, stepped out and opened the door with a respectful nod.
As I slid into the plush leather seat along with Alex, the cool air conditioning immediately washed over me and was indeed a welcome contrast to the desert heat outside.
Alex settled beside me and unfolded a newspaper that was in the car while giving me subtle concerned glances.
I, on the other hand, couldn’t shake the lingering unease that had come from the nausea earlier. The nausea had hit me hard and even though I had managed to push through it, a tiny voice in the back of my mind nagged at me.
With these sudden nausea bouts, how long coul
