you’re looking for the Sheikh, I believe he’s in his office.”
“Actually, I was hoping to speak with you a moment, if you have time.”
“Oh,” she said, surprised. “Sure.”
“May I?” he asked, indicating the chairs at the table.
“Of course.” They both took a seat. “What is it?”
“I received my e-mail invitation to the wedding and printed it out as instructed, but there appears to be an error.”
“An error?” She’d had nothing to do with the invitations. It was the one thing Nassir had insisted on handling himself and with her hands full, she’d gladly let him. “What kind of an error?”
He pulled a sheet of white paper from the pocket of his suit jacket and handed it to her. “Have a look.”
The top of the e-mail was in Arabic, with the English translation below:
الشيخ ناصر من آل ساريد و ملكة جمال الجنة ديفيس أطلب بكل احترام حضوركم في احتفال زفافهما . المقرر عقدها
Sheikh Nassir Adjalane of Al-Sarid and Miss Janna Davis respectfully request your attendance at their wedding celebration. To be held…
She frowned, blinked, read it again. Then again. Then a third time just to be sure. Damn right, there’d been a mistake.
Janna pushed to her feet, her hands trembling slightly. “I’ll bring this to the Sheik’s attention right away. I’m sure he’ll get this straightened out.”
“So you are not marrying Nassir?”
“Of course not. I’m his wedding planner, not his bride.” She headed for the patio doors. “If you’ll excuse me, I’ll go talk to Nassir…I mean the Sheik right now.”
“As you wish.” Hazim inclined his head to her with the glimmer of a small smile.
“Where is Sheikh Nassir?” Janna asked the first housekeeper she ran across.
“He’s at the Adjalane Oil corporate offices. There is a meeting…”
“Thank you.” Janna took off down the hall to grab her bag. It had to be a mistake. Nassir would never deceive her like that, would he? Memories of all his mystery bride’s missed appointments and all his cryptic excuses rang through her mind.
Once outside, she gave the driver her destination then slid into the backseat.
Plan this wedding with the same care and consideration as if it were your own…
Nassir’s words from their first day together in Al-Sarid came back with sickening clarity. Pulse pounding and stomach knotted, the drive to Adjalane Oil seemed to take forever yet fly by in seconds. By the time the driver opened the door and she climbed out onto the sidewalk, her head spun with the implications. “Do you know where Sheik Nassir is meeting?”
Hamal bowed slightly and escorted her through the front doors and over to a set of elevators. “Top floor.”
She stared at his retreating form as she waited for the elevator to arrive then stepped aboard and pushed the button for the upper most floor. If Nassir had gone behind her back and thought to trick her into marrying him, then he was in for a very big surprise. And an even bigger disappointment.
Chapter 11
Nassir listened as various departments gave their updated reports and projections and was pleased with the results so far. The estimated profit margins for the next year were up and more money meant cooler tempers and happier board members. After the last manager had finished their presentation, all of them left, bowing to Nassir on their way out. Perhaps his plans were headed in the right direction after all.
He turned to the other board members present and smiled. “The projections are higher than we originally projected. As you can see from the spreadsheets before you, under my leadership Adjalane Oil is expected to continue doing very well far into the future.”
“Yes, but…” one of the older board members said. “We still haven’t recovered our momentum from what was lost due to your indiscretions. The stock prices have only regained six
“Actually, I was hoping to speak with you a moment, if you have time.”
“Oh,” she said, surprised. “Sure.”
“May I?” he asked, indicating the chairs at the table.
“Of course.” They both took a seat. “What is it?”
“I received my e-mail invitation to the wedding and printed it out as instructed, but there appears to be an error.”
“An error?” She’d had nothing to do with the invitations. It was the one thing Nassir had insisted on handling himself and with her hands full, she’d gladly let him. “What kind of an error?”
He pulled a sheet of white paper from the pocket of his suit jacket and handed it to her. “Have a look.”
The top of the e-mail was in Arabic, with the English translation below:
الشيخ ناصر من آل ساريد و ملكة جمال الجنة ديفيس أطلب بكل احترام حضوركم في احتفال زفافهما . المقرر عقدها
Sheikh Nassir Adjalane of Al-Sarid and Miss Janna Davis respectfully request your attendance at their wedding celebration. To be held…
She frowned, blinked, read it again. Then again. Then a third time just to be sure. Damn right, there’d been a mistake.
Janna pushed to her feet, her hands trembling slightly. “I’ll bring this to the Sheik’s attention right away. I’m sure he’ll get this straightened out.”
“So you are not marrying Nassir?”
“Of course not. I’m his wedding planner, not his bride.” She headed for the patio doors. “If you’ll excuse me, I’ll go talk to Nassir…I mean the Sheik right now.”
“As you wish.” Hazim inclined his head to her with the glimmer of a small smile.
“Where is Sheikh Nassir?” Janna asked the first housekeeper she ran across.
“He’s at the Adjalane Oil corporate offices. There is a meeting…”
“Thank you.” Janna took off down the hall to grab her bag. It had to be a mistake. Nassir would never deceive her like that, would he? Memories of all his mystery bride’s missed appointments and all his cryptic excuses rang through her mind.
Once outside, she gave the driver her destination then slid into the backseat.
Plan this wedding with the same care and consideration as if it were your own…
Nassir’s words from their first day together in Al-Sarid came back with sickening clarity. Pulse pounding and stomach knotted, the drive to Adjalane Oil seemed to take forever yet fly by in seconds. By the time the driver opened the door and she climbed out onto the sidewalk, her head spun with the implications. “Do you know where Sheik Nassir is meeting?”
Hamal bowed slightly and escorted her through the front doors and over to a set of elevators. “Top floor.”
She stared at his retreating form as she waited for the elevator to arrive then stepped aboard and pushed the button for the upper most floor. If Nassir had gone behind her back and thought to trick her into marrying him, then he was in for a very big surprise. And an even bigger disappointment.
Chapter 11
Nassir listened as various departments gave their updated reports and projections and was pleased with the results so far. The estimated profit margins for the next year were up and more money meant cooler tempers and happier board members. After the last manager had finished their presentation, all of them left, bowing to Nassir on their way out. Perhaps his plans were headed in the right direction after all.
He turned to the other board members present and smiled. “The projections are higher than we originally projected. As you can see from the spreadsheets before you, under my leadership Adjalane Oil is expected to continue doing very well far into the future.”
“Yes, but…” one of the older board members said. “We still haven’t recovered our momentum from what was lost due to your indiscretions. The stock prices have only regained six
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