12. An Incomplete Project

DAHLIA

He smirked irritatingly at me and I glared back before composing myself.

“What did you want to talk to me about?”

“I just wanted to ask how long Cook’s been in this company and about the shopping centre that the El Nazari wanted to make a few years ago. A process that seems to be put on hold.”

I walked around the table looking at the computer file he had just opened and perched on his desk.

“He’s been on the board for years, nearly two decades if memory serves.”

“With your age, I’m wondering if I can trust in your memory. Anyhow, I do think he’s been having some odd involvements. I want to visit that building.” He said, not giving me a chance to even say anything.

“But that building is…why?” I asked. He stood up, leaning down and looked into my eyes.

“I just have something I want to confirm.” He said making me move back. His seductive scent filled my nose. The man wasn’t only handsome and well dressed but somethi