Novel & Cerita Burj Khalifa Stories

Valois’s usual expression of droll boredom fractured to an openmouthed gasp, which he quickly covered up with a yawn. Hook baited. Cinatas paced across the glassy-smooth, white Carrara marble—the only decorative feature in Burj Al Arab’s Royal Suite worth taking note of, in Cinatas’s opinion—and gazed at the panoramic view of Jumeirah Beach’s coastline. Crystalline blue waves as gentle as a mother’s caress rippled through the Persian Gulf and lapped at the shore. It was a city of opulence and opportunity and only fitting that he’d be reborn—so to speak—here.

she accused, knowing me far too well. “Of course I did, I couldn’t stand being there without you,” I admitted. “Was it good though? Did you give the speech I wrote for you?” she sounded excited, because she’s closed the deal after all. “Yes honey, thank you again,” I blew her a kiss, “now tell me all about your day at the Burj Khalifa.” As she went on about it, I completely zoned out, still struggling to make sense of the near death experience I’d had tonight.