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HER PROTECTION, A LARGE and very dark African, man built like an Olympic sprinter, came to sit on the opposite side of the tea bar. He turned his head to The Prince and met his eyes, nodded his head. The Prince nodded his in turn and got up. He took the briefcase from Sultan and beckoned Abdullah to come with. Omar and Sultan stayed behind. Their agreement with the seller had always been like this—when in her presence, never more than one person allowed with The Prince.
This time she was dressed quite different from before. Unlike the professional business attire on the flight to New York, this time she had on denim jeans and a rather plain white silk blouse. Sneakers on her feet. Hair loosely tied to the back. She looked like any other young female traveler one might see at an airpo
