Inside the hotel room in Saudi Arabia — thousands of miles away from the Washington, D.C. courthouse — the atmosphere was a world apart, yet strangely, the same invisible tension gripped both places.
While the East Coast of the United States basked under the bright midday sun, Saudi Arabia was already deep into the evening. The golden hues of the desert sunset had faded, replaced by the cool, bluish lights of Riyadh's skyline filtering through the windows.
Despite the change in time, place, and even environment, the weight of what was unfolding across the ocean pressed down on the room just the same.
Seated around a polished mahogany coffee table were Everlyn, her father Sebastian, and their boss — the man who commanded entire industries with a single decision — Alexander Blackwell.
