The dinner suite at Al Mahara was nothing short of magnificent. The moment we stepped inside, I felt as though we had entered another world—one encased in shimmering water where schools of exotic fish swam behind massive floor-to-ceiling glass walls. The entire space was bathed in an ethereal blue glow from the enormous aquarium that surrounded us and the soft hum of water filters blended seamlessly with the gentle murmur of elegant conversation.
At the center of the room sat Khalid Al Rashid.
One look at him and I was sure of one thing: The man exuded power as if it was his second skin.
He was draped in a crisp white kandura, his thick beard was immaculately groomed and his dark and calculating eyes flicked toward us with the sharpness of a man who was used to controlling everything i
