Chapter 8

Terminal 3, Dubai International Airport

"Derek!" Amara said as she scuttled with her luggage to meet Derek who was waiting for her at the Arrival gate with a sign that had her name on it. He was putting on a white shirt with the first three buttons open, a stylish Balmain jean trouser and a sun glass. He dropped the sign and embraces her lifting her up.

"You look amazing. How was your flight?"

"It was so relaxing; the Emirates executive is the best flights I've ever been on."

"Glad you enjoyed it. Let's get you cleared with immigration. Do you still have your Emirates ID?"

"Oh... it should be here," she unzips her small Louis Vuitton purse and pulls out an Emirates ID card.

"Now you just go through one of those smart gates; meet me at the baggage reclaim on the other side. Let me help you with this," he said offering to take the suitcase computer.

"Don't worry baby, I got this. Do I still need to get my passport stamped?" She asked.