Capítulo 11: Chapter Eleven

A while later, Rafiq stretched his arms to let out a bit of his pent up frustration. Realizing that he had spent half of his day sitting, he stood, stretching out his bunched up muscles and letting the knots pop. Satisfied, he paced the short distance behind his desk to stare out the enormous, floor-length windows of his office, admiring the striking beauty of the contrast between his Tamar’s skylines with the gleaming desert in the distance, the city’s busy streets below him and the clear blue sky. This was a perfect day. Time spent well in the office, the perfect weather, everything was as it should be. What more could he wish for. He was already on top of the world and it was an intoxicating, thrilling sensation.