Sentron looked at the peacefully sleeping woman on the couch. He quietly walked to the balcony and dialed Sebastian's number.
"I have good news for you, Mr Yates. I would very much prefer if it were a surprise." He said the back of his lips curved.
"As you wish." He answered and immediately disconnected from the call going through the documents concerning an oil industry linked between the two countries.
All through his stay in Morocco, Sebastian had to be cautious about his mode of dressing, and how he carried himself around the Ministers and all high-ranked officials.
The culture in Morocco was nothing to be taken lightly and since he was in Morocco, he ought to carry himself well.
In a huge room was a huge table where all business shareholders linked to the oil factory sat their eyes glued to one man. Sebastian Yates, his chair supreme and outstanding as he silently went through the documents placed before him.
