EVELYN'S POV
"Who is this lady, Jamal, and tell me why the hell she's here?" the prime minister asked, raging.
"She's a friend," Jamal added in hastily while Marcel remained rooted to the spot, not seeming to be pleased a bit by whatever it was that I possibly had to say.
"And what did I tell you about bringing strange ladies to my room?" The prime minister asked again, but this time Jamal stood right before me, shielding me from his father's impetuous gaze.
"I said she's my friend, Dad; drop it," he responded, his voice hoarse while I swallowed hard.
"I'm sorry, I'll have to leave now, thanks," I muttered before dashing past Marcel out the door. My heart hammered in my chest with each step I took until I was finally out of the clear.
I settled into one of the chairs, s
