Chapter 48

Tariq Mansour sat in the plush leather chair of the president's office, his attention entirely removed from the trembling man standing before him. He pulled his phone from his pocket and dialed a familiar number. When the call connected, he did not wait for a greeting. "Nadia, please pass the message down," Tariq said, his voice flat and devoid of any heat. "Terminate the Al-Buraq City project that has been discussed in the morning." Across the desk, Jamal Sharif's face drained of color....