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to erase him completely from her mind.
    “Excellent,” Donald commented, oblivious to Farhid’s lack of enthusiasm in their conversation. “I considered getting into politics myself. Maybe I’ll run for president,” he said with a laugh, winking at Farhid as though sharing some sort of private joke between the two of them.
    Clarice rolled her eyes and shook her head a little at her husband. He was more serious about running for president than he let on, but she didn’t think he’d make it anywhere. Who in their right mind would elect someone who cared so little for people in general as their president? She hoped no one.
    Farhid smiled thinly and said simply with, “Indeed.”
    Silence finally pressed between the two couples as Donald picked up on the unwelcoming attitude of Farhid and his wife’s bored interest in just about everything around her. Clarice was both grateful and disappointed when he leaves.
    “I’ve got people to see, you know how it goes,” he said by way of explanation, then grabbed a cream puff and disappeared into the crowd.
    Clarice was left alone with the couple, which was maybe worse than having her husband try hopelessly to engage Farhid in conversation, but only barely.
    Feeling a sudden desperate urge to get away from the couple, she forced her expression into an apologetic one and said, “You’ll have to excuse me. I think I see the committee chair over there and I really must talk to him about a few details. It was such a pleasure to meet you both. Please, enjoy New York.”
    Before either of them could say anything, Clarice hurried away, searching the crowd for Julian as she went. Julian was the chair of the committee for the charity and she had most definitely not seen him when she made her escape. It was a terrible, lame excuse, but she just couldn’t stand there anymore. Her embarrassment was too great.
    Especially because, for just one wild moment, she had thought about what it might feel like to kiss Farhid Kanaan.

Chapter Four
    Friday morning found Farhid and Djamila arguing amidst a flurry of scattered clothing, open suitcases, and courtesy flowers from the hotel. They were set to leave that afternoon to return home to Qatar. Their trip was brief, mainly an excursion to celebrate their honeymoon and to solidify a deal with an American Oil Company that wished to buy barrels from them to be exported for the next ten years. Farhid’s father had sent his eldest son to the Americas in order to get a better taste of doing such deals regularly. Since Qatar was a large exporter of oil, it would take a heavy role once he became a ruler himself.
    Farhid had done his duty and sealed the deal with the oil company. It hadn’t been difficult as the majority of the details had been fettered out long before their arrival in New York City. It meant that their planned week here was largely sightseeing. They had toured all of the places encouraged by guides and maps, such as the Statue of Liberty, the Empire State Building, and the Rockefeller Center. These places had satisfied Djamila with their large crowds and their tour guides explaining why these places were important, making her feel as though she had gotten the real “American Experience” as she put it, but it had left Farhid wanting.
    That was why, when the American who owned the oil company—Cameron Marston—had told him of a charity function set for that evening, Farhid had jumped at the opportunity to experience a different, less frequented part of the city.
    Now, he wasn’t sure if it had been the best or the worst decision of his life.
    Djamila had been terribly bored. She’d complained almost since arrival that the people were too stuffy, the food was too bland, and the music was terribly dull. And although Farhid had agreed with a large majority of what Djamila was experiencing, he couldn’t help the spike of annoyance at her complaining.
    Was she incapable of simply trying to enjoy something new?
    It was the reason