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existed.
     
    Olivia arrived at the home of Sheikh Boutros almost twenty minutes later. They drove through large cast-iron gates. They drove up the driveway and parked outside a massive stone-colored mansion. It made Sheikh Solomon’s house look pretty small.
     
    “Is this a hotel?” Olivia asked.
     
    “No, miss, this is Sheikh Boutros’s residence,” said the driver.
     
    “Oh wow.” Olivia was shocked. It was big enough to be a hotel. She just got out of the car and walked towards the house. She walked up the small flight of five stairs. A maid dressed in black and white opened the front door for Olivia.
     
    “Miss Olivia Solomon?” the maid asked.
     
    “No, Olivia Grant,” she corrected her. She had not taken her father’s name.
     
    “My apologies. Come this way please.” The maid turned and started walking. Olivia stepped into the house and followed the maid. She gasped when she saw the imperial-looking staircase in front of her. The stairs were white with brown wooden railings. A crystal chandelier hung from the high ceiling. The floor was made of white marble.
     
    The maid headed down the wide hallway and then turned right. There large white double doors led into a big living room. The room had a beautiful cream and beige décor. There was a nice sitting area with cream tufted chairs with cream cushions. There were beautiful paintings hung on the wall. All the paintings had the same light brown frame that matched the furniture. There were glass double doors to the left leading to a courtyard.
     
    “The sheikh will be with you in a moment,” the maid said to Olivia.
     
    “Okay,” she replied. He should have been waiting for her, she thought to herself. She walked over to the glass doors and looked outside. There was a patio made of wood. There was a marble table with wooden chairs. The courtyard was large and filled with neatly cut green lawn and colorful flowers.
     
    “You like the courtyard?” a deep voice sounded from behind Olivia. She turned around and found the tall, handsome sheikh standing before her. He was wearing a navy-blue shirt and charcoal grey trousers.
     
    “It’s not polite to make a lady wait,” Olivia said to him.
     
    The sheikh smiled at her. 
     
    “I’ll keep that in mind for next time.”
     
    “There will be no next time. I am going back to Atlanta.”
     
    Sheikh Boutros raised his eyebrows. “Well, that’s a shame,” he said. He opened the glass doors and walked out onto the patio. “Lunch will be served in a moment.” He gestured for Olivia to come out also. Olivia walked out onto the patio. The sheikh pulled out the chair her.
     
    “Thank you,” she said as she sat down. The sheikh sat opposite her. “What should I call you?” she asked.
     
    “Sheikh Boutros,” he replied.
     
    Olivia narrowed her gaze at him. 
     
    “That is too long and too formal. What is your first name?”
     
    “Joseph but only my family call me by my first name.”
     
    “Okay, I will call you Joseph for the next hour,” she said. Joseph leaned back in his chair and just kept his eyes on Olivia. He looked amused. “What?” she asked. He just shook his head as if he had nothing to say but it was clear that he was thinking of something.
     
    The maids walked out with trays of food. They carefully put the food on the table. They served traditional Arabic food and it looked quite appetizing. Olivia felt her mouth water. She was ready to start eating.
     
    “So how come you are in such a rush to return to Atlanta?” Joseph asked Olivia. One of the maids poured them drinks before she left. Olivia reached out for her glass and took a sip. She did not know what kind of a drink it was, but it tasted good to her. So far, food and drinks were the only good things in Lebanon.
     
    “Atlanta is my home and so I would like to return,” Olivia replied vaguely. She picked up her fork and started eating.
     
    “You came all this way to meet your father. You might as well