Go there to find out who he interacts with.
Jamal is well dressed in black suit as he walks into an office with his assistant in front of him.
When his eyes meet the man ahead of them, he turns cold.
“I thought you said, you wanted our deal private?”
“Yes, but I changed my mind, since you disappointed me greatly. I'm happy you accepted this invite. I didn't expect to see you here after all.”
“Lies. You knew I'd come after everything you told those people. But, I have a sad news for you.”
“Oh, no. No one tells me sad news. I'd prefer not to listen.”
“I'm already here, so you can't stop me from announcing, that I will not accept your offer!”
Silence, settles into the spacious room, then Prince. Hamad cackles; his voice sounding irritating to Jamal's ears.
“Jamal, you remind me of my very good friend who is non-existent, now. But, don't worry. I won't do to you the same thing I did to him, if only you make the right decision.”
Amid looks at his boss, who is gawking the Prince as though a child is talking in the inside of him.
“Let me tell you a secret.”
Prince. Hamad, gives in all his ears, to hear what Jamal has to say by adjusting his tie and deepining his hands into his pants.
“Your laughter irritates me. Also, I'm very happy, today. I'd advise, you quit trying to sound fearful. It doesn't work on me.”
Prince. Hamad, look away and chuckles.
“I've had a lot of people saying that. And, that was the last time they were given a chance to speak.”
He returns his gaze to Jamal, who isn't moved even for a bit by his threats.
“But, guess what? I'm giving you this chance, to slight over it.”
He reciprocates to his right hand man and he walks towards Jamal with a file.
“There you go, again. Another chance to receive salvation, from the sovereign Prince. Just sign the papers,”
Jamal smirks. “I like you. And, for that, I'm going to sign it. I hope after this, I get that ‘unmerited salvation’.”
Jamal takes the file, while Amid stares at him with great amazement. This is unlike the Jamal he knows.
Why will he change his mind so suddenly? Is it the threats?
Jamal signs on the documents, and raises it to the Prince.
“Here, those are my signatures. Are you satisfied?”
The Prince, smiles and Jamal places his hand on either sides of the papers, then shatters it into pieces.
Prince. Hamad, has a had time scruting what is in front of him. No one has ever disrespected his authority to this level.
“Now, with all due respect I had for you, I'm going forget about everything silly threat you made, and assume you weren't in your right senses to sputter such nonsense.”
“I didn't come for you to waist my time. I passed my message. And, if you still feel like crossing my lain, you're free to do so. Just remember this. There will be no turning back.”
“Let's go,” he tells Amid and they turn around to leave.
“You'd regret this!” The Prince roars over their shoulders as they disappear.
Jamal and Amid leave the elevator, while Patricia takes her glasses and newspaper to her face.
When they are out of the hotel, she puts the newsletter down, releasing a sigh of relief, that instantly fills up with worry.
Sooner, while she was thinking about what they came here to do, Prince Amid leaves the same elevator with three of his men.
She takes off her glasses to see clearly, before acknowledging what is ahead of her.
...
Jamal meets Myla in bed, sound asleep. He stoops and kisses the crown of her head, then shifts down to kiss her hand, which is covered over her stomach.
“Hey, buddy. It's your dad,”
He waits as if it has to respond, then smiles and facepalms his face.
“I forgot. You're in a different world—”
Myla hums in her sleep, and he looks at her, then back to her stomach.
“Was that you?”
Myla hum, again and frowns still asleep. He raises brow.
“Impressive. But, right now, we can't have a proper prologue. Maybe, later when you're ready to come to my world.”
“Now, I have to let your mother rest.”
He kisses the back of her hand, again and walks towards his office.
Once he's into the bureau, his phone rings and he answers.
“Yes?”
Jamal talks back, “It's cleared. We can't fall into his miserable threads.”
“Do I have to do something else?” Amid questions.
“Let's see where this goes. I know his type. They talk a lot and do nothing. If wants me, then he's going to get me.”
He moves towards his desk and settles on it tiredly.
...
“We haven't discovered anything valuable.” Kon says.
“Are you sure she hid it somewhere no could find it?”
“I don't know, Sir,”
“What about you find out.”
“That's impossible. She doesn't know we're copying his words. She's only doing it for her personal discoveries.”
“There must be something. The boss needs to know every information about that.”
“I heard him talking about threads, and a certain personality. It seems things didn't end well, between the two parties.”
“We can't tell with whom, but keep trying to discover his meetings. And, go there to find out who he interacts with.”
“Alright. I'd do just that.”
...
Myla is descending the stairs, while Jamal makes dinner for the both of them.
“Myla, you took a very long nap, today.” Mrs. Mehdi, says.
“Is it bad?” Myla asks.
“Not at all child. It's very good for you and the baby.”
Myla smiles and walks towards the kitchen. “What's that smell?”
“Your husband has decided to cook for supper. He also made you something special, so just relax here, while I go fetch it.”
She directs her to the dining, and Patricia walks into the house.
They turn their gazes to her.
“Where have you been?” Her mom inclines.
“With a friend. Is something wrong?”
“I've been calling,”
Patricia frowns a little. “I'm sorry. Is Myla ok?”
“Yes, I am. Mom, is just worried about you.”
Patricia sighs. “Jeez, you almost gave me a heart attack, that something happened to the baby.”
Jamal comes on display, and sees his sister rushing upstairs, rapidly.
“What's her problem?”
“Nothing,” Myla, answers.
He shrugs and kisses her lips. “I made this for you.”
He places the food in front of her.
She grins, widely as it is her favorite meal. “No, thanks, babe.”
He chuckles and seats next to her.
“Excuse me, let me bring the others.”
The woman walks away, living the couples to themselves. Myla takes up her utensils, and Jamal forbids,
“No, let me feed you.”
“You're being so nice.”
“That's—unfair. I've always been nice to you.”
“I said, so nice. Didn't you hear the extra ‘so’?”
“Cut it. You talk a lot. Tommorow, we'll revisit the doctor.”
She nods as he takes the meal into her mouth.
“So, what's the new plan with your manager?”
Myla blinks her eyes as she chews the food in her mouth.
“Don't look at me like that. I want to help. Besides, you're carrying our baby. Things have to change.”
She swallows her food. “What do you mean?”
“You can't leave this house with the guard I appointed for you. He came to me the other day saying, you didn't want him following you around.”
“Jamal, he was—nevermind.”
“Better,”
There's a moment of silence, before his mom returns with other meals, and Patricia descends to meet them.
“Did you see this? The media says, you dropped out of the production house. Is that true?”
“Yes,”
“Why?” Mrs. Mehdi, asks.
“Because, they are the reason you almost lost your grandchild.”
“What? How could they do such a thing! Did something happen?”
Myla looks at Jamal, and he darts his gaze to her.
“They forced her to agree to a silly contract, which involves immortality in the movie.”
Mrs. Mehdi looks at Myla. “That still doesn't give them any right to do such a thing! Are we just going to seat here and do nothing!”
“We don't have any solid proves, mom. Let's let it slide.” Jamal says.
“Then, how did you discover the truth? Can't you use the same means, and sue that production!”
“We can't. I don't want to get involved with the government. Still, I could win over them, but that's going to risk a lot of things and we don't want that.”
Patricia says. “You mean, risk lives?”
Jamal looks at his sister, then nods.
“I thought—it is a personal enterprise. People own it, right?”
“Yes. And, one of those people work with the government. He can manipulate things against us.”
“You seem to know a lot about this person.” Patricia response, and Jamal squints his eyes towards her.
To be continued...