The beauty’s body glowed with sweat, she had done the workout at home due to the virus shutting everything down. As the elevator arrived on the floo...r, Ana walked to the room and opened the unlocked door.“Kash?” asked Ana, in a somewhat southern accent, unable to see the man. Ana’s body still glowed with sweat before Kash presented himself nude, grabbing his cock.“Yeah you got em,” said Kash, walking up to the brunette.“Whoa, alright,” said Ana, putting her hands on her waist as the door closed. He could still picture the way she moved while he would discretely watch her in the café – her hips swaying from side to side, giving off a distinguishable elegance that only she possessed. He could hear her laughter coming from behind the counter and had often wondered what could’ve made her laugh like that. As the days and weeks passed by, the more she seemed to fill his thoughts. He couldn’t do his simple daily tasks without some sort of reminder of the blonde beauty that began to haunt his. ”“We’re already taken in nearly two million Syrians!” someone further down the desk retorted.“And you have agreements in place that if the majority of those refugees have not returned to Syria in the next six years, further international aid and trade concessions will be forthcoming.”“I still don’t like it,” a moustachioed general grumbled. “You’re not just giving us hungry mouths. You’re giving us fanatics. They’re as dangerous to us as they are to you.”“Attacks have declined 90% in the last. Ramzy El-Najjar was entirely at a loss to know why his friend had been singled out for such an honour. Later that day he was utterly astonished to be called to the Golden Palace himself, though only to see Kamal Qumsiyeh, the Head of Protocol to the Emir. Still the Head of Protocol could, presumably, arrange an audience if 'persuaded' by a suitable inducement to do so.Ramzy El-Najjar was finally convinced that he had lost all of his senses when he was told that the Emir wished to host his.