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Karila was informed that afternoon that a very well-placed man from Arabia wanted to be in her presence. It was news enough for her to assign Normani a further background search, focused on finding him on Friday of that week.Karila didn't mind remembering Lauren that afternoon, it seemed such a forgettable presence from his point of view, that his focus had already changed to another by the time the historian left the house, leaving him no remorse or concern.The mansion felt empty without the large group of historians who had left for their research. She was inside her conference room, holding a pen, focusing on notes under her fingers. She was going to travel, she needed to meet another woman, whose identity was restricted because she also had a superior position in another country in the Arab sphere and she was resigned to having to be on a maximum security mission to get out of the country.Every move calculated.They spent hours talking onIn that dayLauren's POVCompletely in love.Love at first sight.That afternoon I found the highlight of everything I went to do in that country. It seemed a sweet irony to realize that everything I was looking for sounded infinitely greater than the adversities faced up to that moment, putting millions of certainties inside me when thinking that we were going after something big and that I couldn't give up.Ursel is an interesting lead, taking into account that I don't have experience in face-to-face research, and that my area goes beyond the one there, she managed to give me a confidence that I only felt before with Mr. Gold. Every beginning is filled with our expectations, whether they are minimal or not, on our team there were four professors from Yale with a degree in History with a specialization in Archaeology, and they managed to be practical when explaining that we were following the trails of success.Rudolph defended that we should fall into the seduction of maritime
POV NarratorKarila walked into her room alone, tossing her handkerchief aside, freeing her face. The angry tears sliding down her cheeks were all her immediate reaction of bending over her perfume table and pushing all the bottles to the floor, pressing her gloved hands to the table, looking at herself in the mirror with an overwhelming fury in her chest as well as a devastating silence.Alone.She felt alone like never before.Years of trust in Normani seemed to run down her face in a salty way. The woman was the last person Karila had left after so many years, she lost her parents, her husband, she had no family, no children.Normani was the only thing he'd ever had since the death of Hamid.And now he looked in the mirror, seeing such a stark loneliness when he realized that his confidence was not enough for anything. That in a second, for whatever reason, Normani had crawled to the side of an idiotic foreigner. The princess again unleashed another
"She's the most frightening woman I've ever seen, maybe she wants that, you shouldn't have tried to break the cycle no matter how alarming it was... Maybe she really wants to play Russian roulette, decimate at the cost of being decimated." , maybe she has a fetish of being chased, deep down nobody knows, even though she's close to her, maybe she hides it. A woman like that who doesn't even try to hide her bad reputation isn't afraid of anything, she just does it. I think she already has an idea of what you tried so hard to hide, which is the fact that she is slowly killing herself. Like you said, she lost everything, husband, family, everything... No one survives for long like that naturally, whatever it is, trying to be a good angel or not, her soul has been dead for years, we just did her the favor of killing ourselves too. - I said leaning back on the couch completely accepting my fate. After so much, that's all I had left. I'm no match. “I got you into this, forgi
— Good luck. – I whispered watching her walk down the hall as I hurried into my apartment. I can't run away, but I could keep migrating through Cairo's buildings, if possible, maybe I'd call Ursel anonymously and let him know, running away doesn't sound so impossible.As I tried to think of something, I heard a knock on the door.— It's me Lauren. – It was Normani's voice. I frowned, looking around to see if she'd forgotten anything, but there didn't seem to be anything of her there. Upon opening the door, I was surprised by the four men holding her by the arms with guns pointed at her head and their regretful look of apology.It was definitely Karila's bodyguards.— Skirt.I didn't wait for him to repeat, I just raised my open hands surrendering to his weapons and heard the sudden movement, Normani pushed one of them to the ground and punched him hard, knocking him down at once, being soon contained by the other three.— If you do that shit again I'll
— Hamid why did you run away from me... She wailed in such an affectionate and appreciative tone that I looked at her in complete amazement, feeling her hands move to my shoulder, pulling me close, touching her forehead to mine, her eyes fluttering shut as she had me close, the long, black lashes, tears wetting her eyes... so fascinating was her voice asking me to stay close. My body shuddered when I felt the hands surrounding me, my face rested next to hers, avoiding following what she wanted by the strength she exerted in pulling me to hug her on the floor.And it stopped, at some point all my shaking stopped and I could hear her labored breathing. Half of my body was on the rug, and the other half rested on hers as she pressed my face against hers. It's like closing your eyes and relaxing with your head in a lion's mouth.But I couldn't move abruptly, I don't know her, I don't know her reactions, I can't even imagine how she would react imagining that I'm her husband an
I straightened my posture, sitting as straight as I could in my chair, glancing at the Moroccan lamp in the corner of the table as I traced notes in my book and bolted to my feet. Last night was intense and full of craziness, but here I am again, truly enjoying a luxury that was so willingly given to me. I buttoned my white shirt on my body, straightened my pants and left my room, pausing when I saw Normani leave the princess's room, I looked at her with a nod when I saw her approach, her expression was more peaceful after the madness. "Did you sleep well?" – It was visible that she was being polite and cordial. It's a relief to have such a good person around. "Like no day I've been here, even if it's traumatic events, I'm fine. And you? – I asked looking at the navy blue cloth over her hair. — I'm used to it, I slept perfectly. – Her answer didn't seem like a lie, it conveys this feeling of devastating balance. My eyes strayed next door to the last room down the hall. - It's he
POV Narrator Karila had a keen mind for threats. Normani had anticipated that they were after her on a different level than other times, the princess didn't seem afraid either, it was more about the level of threat they could cause in retaliation, she wasn't afraid of being arrested or falling into a trap, he was too calculating not to foresee the next steps. “They went after the foreigner in the apartment, like you said, when they were together, they dare to know about her, that woman could become a target if she doesn't give them what they want. Karila spoke quickly, her hands clasping together as she sat in her conference room talking to Normani. 'She won't give them anything, she knows it's wrong, she wouldn't betray her trust just now that you've won her back, Lauren isn't mean or stupid. - Normani spoke looking at the princess who was watching her deeply, the brown eyes searching for traces of a lie, Normani gave her a very strong proof of trust by saving her life the day bef
Ursel had requested a private conversation with the Princess, involved Lauren, Rudolph and Gold, asking them to take time out about something important. The princess accepted the conversation after lunch, sitting in the meeting room so that they could talk at her ease. It wasn't meant to be discouraging, but the princess's intimidating posture sat completely relaxed on Lauren's left side, who looked startled, having Ursel on her right. The powerful woman exchanged a long look with Lauren who was looking at her sitting there beside her as if she couldn't believe it. - Some problem? Karila asked directly, watching her shift uncomfortably where she was sitting, denying and looking away. — You can go on with the reasons for calling for this conversation. – Encouraged Ursel who thought about his speech and then started talking. “We're planning to go to the city of the dead. Karila didn't even wait for her to finish speaking to laugh at the idea, averting her convinced look. “This is