Chapter 47

Jamal Sharif stared at his phone, his eyes twitching as a cold sweat began to prickle his hairline. The buzzing in his head drowned out the ambient noise of the Al-Buraq City showroom. "Electric… electric bike?" he stammered into the receiver. Nadia Hale didn't offer a comforting laugh. Her voice was flat, carrying the sharp edge of a warning. "Be polite to Tariq Mansour, Jamal. I spoke well of you to ensure he would even consider this investment. Do not neglect him." The line went dead....