The next morning, after having breakfast with his friends at the mansion, Liam stepped into the waiting Rolls Royce.
The convoy started driving to the meeting location, making their way through the streets of Dubai.
Today was the day of another meeting, another round of pointless probing and another circle of questions with no real purpose.
He wasn't expecting anything different today. To him, this meeting with the Qatari representative would be just like the ones with the Saudi and the UAE delegates—polite greetings, forced smiles, and questions layered with meaning that he didn't care to uncover.
In other words, it will be boring. That was the simplest way to describe it. And it was beginning to irritate him.
