AlexanderThe drive to Al-Rashid Holdings took twenty minutes through moderate traffic. Inside the building, the receptionist greeted me warmly and directed us to the executive conference room where the ceremony would take place. Omar was already present, along with his three sons. Khalid's expression was carefully neutral, revealing nothing. Rashid looked relaxed, while Samir offered a genuine smile. "Mr. Carter." Omar extended his hand. "Thank you for coming." "The pleasure is mine, Mr. Al-Rashid." We settled around the conference table, legal documents stacked precisely before each person. Our attorneys had already verified everything, but protocol demanded one final review. "Shall we begin?" Omar asked. The next hour blurred into signatures and legal formalities. Omar signed first, his movements deliberate and ceremonial. Rashid went next, then Samir, both adding their signatures with minimal fanfare. Then it was Khalid's turn. He picked up the pen, staring at the signatur
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