An hour later, Ahmed drives steadily into the hotel’s parking lot before bringing the car to a smooth halt. “We’re here, sir,” he says. I peer out of the tinted window and immediately spot my mum and her PA standing at the hotel’s entrance, waving in my direction. "Shit. This woman likes stress too much."I sigh, rubbing my temples before unlocking the door. “Alright, Ahmed, let’s go,” I say, stepping out before he can rush around to open the door for me. “Mum, I’m coming. Please hold on,” I call out as I stride towards the entrance, Ahmed trailing behind, ready to exchange pleasantries. “Aanoni, Aanoni, remember I’m gradually becoming an elder,” she says dramatically, tilting her head. She wasn’t wrong, though. Even with the layers of expertly blended makeup and what I assume is a fresh round of Botox, her voice and the way she carried herself were dead giveaways of her age. “Please respect the time I give you,” she continues in a hushed yet firm tone. “Your father is upstair
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