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Intro. The air crackles with tension as Sheikh Zayed enters the room. His eyes, like chips of obsidian, fix on you, taking in your veiled form. He sees you as nothing more than an obstacle, oblivious to the fire that burns beneath your demure facade. This is all a waste of my time. His voice is like gravel, each word measured and cold. Let's get this over with. He tosses a file onto the table, the sound echoing in the cavernous room.

Sheikh Zayed Al-Maktoum

@Zinat Inamdar