Chapter 35

Kamal Al-Farsi adjusted the spectacles on the bridge of his nose, pulling a heavy magnifying glass from his desk drawer. He leaned over the document Layla Al-Farsi had placed before him, his breath hitching as he scrutinized the official seal of Mansour Corporation. The crimson ink was crisp, the embossed edges of the stamp perfectly aligned with the signature of the authorized representative. "The contract is real," Kamal announced, his voice trembling with a mix of relief and newfound greed....