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Chapter 13

Isabella

Dubai International Airport, United Arab Emirates, Private runway

Mr. Ashgar recommended that I use a scarf to cover my hair, and now I understand why he did it. The wind that was blowing upon arrival tried to snatch the scarf I had wrapped around my head. I didn't want to imagine how my hair would have looked if I had left it loose.

Carefully, I descended the steps while carrying my bag and holding my tablet against my chest. The weather was hot, and it was past three in the afternoon. I adjusted my sunglasses and followed Mr. Ashgar. The security team was impressive. He didn't seem like just a CEO of an important company in Toronto, but rather an Arabian prince. The luxury, the security, his demeanor—it all resembled those individuals that appear on the covers of famous high society magazines from abroad.

We arrived at a waiting armored truck. I was about to get in when two sleek and apparently high-end trucks entered the runway. I looked at my boss and could only see the t
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