Kiya had been patiently listening for half an hour when they finally finished talking, and then everyone looked at Kiya with expressions of anticipation.
Kiya felt a bit awkward being gazed at in that way, coughed lightly, and said, "I understand everything you've said."
"Sultan, may I ask what we should do now?" Byron looked at Kiya as if Kiya were a savior here to rescue them.
"Tomorrow morning I need to hold a press conference to tell everyone that I am still alive. At that time, I need you all to be a witness for me."
Everyone present was highly respected, people whose words carried weight. With their involvement, things were bound to proceed more smoothly.
"We'll take care of it as soon as we get back."
Actually, tomorrow morning is a bit rushed. Byron thought that the longer you wait in such matters, the more vulnerable you'd be, so the sooner the better.
