Chapter 50

The crowd gathered outside the locked doors of Wadi Street was a swarm of agitation and frantic energy. Middle-aged investors clutched their contracts, their faces etched with the desperation of people watching their life savings evaporate. In the center of this storm, Nour Khalil stood with her hands on her hips, her face flushed as she endured the sharp tongues of her companions. A woman in a silk scarf leaned in toward Nour, her eyes darting to Tariq Murad, who stood several paces back...