Chapter 45

Tariq Mansour adjusted his cuffs, his expression flat as he looked at Jamal Sharif. The air in the luxury showroom felt heavy with the smell of new leather and the stench of arrogance. "I wanted to cooperate," Tariq said, his voice cutting through the quiet hum of the air conditioning with a calm, firm resonance. "But your behavior is disappointing. It is truly quite disappointing. I think we can forget about any cooperation between us." Jamal's face contorted for a second before he burst...