Hidden : Under the masks ( english version)

Chapter 5 -Tidiane-

I have finally unraveled the enigma that is Mr. Al-Maktoum. Cold, with a shrewd yet courteous demeanor—typical of businessmen, really. His skin, somewhat dull in comparison to that of his children, along with his white beard and impeccably white hair, lends him an undeniable charisma. His eyes, though similar to his daughter's, are of a lighter shade, almost like walnut, and their penetrating gaze can be quite intimidating, though I feign indifference. His traditional Emirati robe, the dishdasha as it's called, only further enhances his distinguished presence. His impression that he has met me before confirms, I believe, what I have suspected all along. It's evident that my parents once worked for them.

As the guests arrive, they are greeted by Mr. Al-Maktoum himself, a gesture that underscores the importance of this meeting. These men, of a similar age to him, wear impeccably tailored suits, each exuding a gravity that matches the occasion. One of them clutches a dossier tightly, a clear indication of serious business to discuss. As Safiatou steps forward, carrying a tray of water glasses and coffee cups, our eyes meet briefly, a silent understanding passing between us.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, the conversation swiftly shifts to a more professional tone. In a firm voice, Mr. Al-Maktoum asks us to leave the room. Without protest, we retreat to our quarters. But there's no need for concern; the tablet we discreetly planted will allow us to listen to every word spoken, a precious opportunity that could prove invaluable to our mission.

"This year marks an important milestone," begins one of the men, his piercing gaze settling on the others. "Ninety-five years is no small feat. The hotel's anniversary should be a celebration worthy of its history."

Mr. Al-Maktoum nods, a perfunctory smile playing on his lips. "Indeed, it's the perfect occasion to reinforce our image and remind everyone of our leadership in the industry."

"Speaking of reinforcement..." another man interjects, adjusting his tie with precision, "there are the new contract clauses that need to be finalized. They mainly concern security and confidentiality terms."

A heavy silence falls over the room, each man weighing the significance of the terms to be discussed.

"And what about The Box?" one of the associates finally asks, lowering his voice slightly as if discussing a well-guarded secret. "It needs to be moved before the event."

Mr. Al-Maktoum's brow furrows, his tone turning grave. "Yes, The Box. It cannot remain here any longer. The risks are too great. A secure location must be determined, and that before the week's end."

"I know of a place that might suffice," suggests one of the men, nodding thoughtfully.

The Box? What is The Box? And what does it contain?