Chelsea was cute. His usual type: blonde, petite, girl next door. Everything he was usually attracted to. Her pretty blue eyes sparkled as he stood up...and planted another kiss. “Enjoy your evening everyone. It’s been lovely to catch up with you all.” Aiden smiled, there was some truth in the matter, mainly it had been lovely to stare at Melody all night but the rest of them… he couldn’t give a shit about.Leaving behind the laughter, chattering and clinking of cutlery and glasses Aiden headed. An older man had engaged Fred in casual conversation while waiting in the buffet line, and then guided him to a secluded table well away from most of the seminar attendees. There, over chicken pasta with a limp salad, the older man explained that Fred had been nominated to be in a very special private group. He put extra emphasis on the word, "private". "Look, Fred, this company has a lot of smart professional women at all levels. Now guys like you and me, we can go out and get dates anywhere.. Women are not allowed to show their faces on the streets. Marriages are arranged by parents who are wiser in their choices than the impulses of youth would be. There is none of the political brouhaha since the country is ruled by the Emir whom Allah has appointed. His word is law, literally. Were he to say "Off with his head," the miscreant would be executed in public within the hour.All of this is made possible by the oil on which the Emirate rests. When all the oil reserves have been. Ericka decided to do as told and took off her shoes. She was not wearing any socks and the cold floor sent even more shivers up her spine. Drop them in the toilet he said. No way, she spouted before she could stop herself. Oh that is going to cost you he said. I was going to let you keep your jeans on, but since you haven’t learned to show your master his respect, off with them slut, he said glaring at her. Respect? I want to knock your fucking block off she said to herself, but she stared at.