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Would waiting only make it worse for Aslam? Which option was better?
“Yet, I didn’t receive a file on you from Ms. Young.”
Face coloring, Amalia pulled her phone out of her bag. “I can email you my résumé in a minute.”
“No, that is far too...strange, even for me.”
Now, what did he mean by that?
“Tell me about yourself. I’m curious why Ms. Young picked you to be a candidate when it’s clear you don’t have a royal connection or any other advantages.”
Royal connection? How high up was this job that there were candidates with royal connections applying?
“I didn’t actually prep for the interview,” she said, deciding to dole out truth little by little and see how he reacted. She needed to get a sense of what kind of man he was—if he was fair-minded or just like his cousin.
“I was born here in Khaleej and lived here until I was thirteen. My...father is a historian at the Sintar University and an expert on antique objects. He...” The sudden lump in her throat made it hard. “My twin, Aslam, and I...it used to be our favorite pastime to sit in his study and listen to his long, rambling stories about Khaleej. He is, or used to be, a consummate storyteller.” So good that she’d utterly believed him when he had said he’d send for her very soon. That had been more than a decade ago.
“Used to be?”
“I haven’t seen him in a while.”
“You seek to make a home in Sintar again, to reconnect with him?”
“No. And I have no intention to.” He frowned and she added, “No intention to reconnect with him, I mean. I have other reasons for being here.”
“But you do not have a Khaleejian name.”
She shrugged. “My mother and he divorced and they split us up. She took her name back and asked me if I wanted to, as well. I said yes.”
“You should have your father’s name. You should have something that speaks to that part of your heritage.”
“I don’t really see why when he and I have had nothing to do with each other,” Amalia retorted, angry with him, angry with herself for reacting at all. She was supposed to learn about his temperament, not pour out her own nonexistent relationship with her father.
His frown sliced through her anger. “My point is I would be an asset in any position with my understanding of the cultural norms. My Arabic is rusty but I can polish that up, too.”
He gave her one of those considering looks again. Never had she struggled so much to hold a man’s gaze. “That is good but might not be completely necessary. Both parts of your heritage could be put to use. You could be the western connection that Khaleej needs.”
So it was a position in close quarters with him? Excitement and alarm twisted in her stomach.
“Tell me more about yourself, Ms. Christensen,” he invited in a languorous voice.
Keeping her gaze on some point left of his face, she began, “I worked for five years as an executive assistant to the CEO of a multimillion-dollar company. I’m fluent in four languages. I never lose my cool.” The raised brow again, damn it. “And I work extremely well under pressure. Also, I’m very good at managing public relations and media, too.”
“You sound like a paragon of hard work and efficiency, Ms. Christensen.”
“You sound like it’s a bad thing,” she retorted.
He smiled, and Amalia for the first time understood the meaning of knee-buckling. Her fingers tingled to trace the grooves in his cheeks.
“I should warn you that this is unlike any job you’ve worked at before. What are your expectations?”
“That I would be compensated well and dealt with fairly.”
He laughed then. She’d been right. Full of his own consequence he was, but he also had a sense of humor. The laugh lines around his mouth sat easily on the hard contours of his face. “Your bluntness is refreshing. You know that monetarily, you will be set up very well for the rest of your life.” He sobered up. “As to being treated fairly, I always treat women well.”
“Have I convinced you that I am right for this...position, then?”
“I’m holding judgment on that. As you know,” a glint in his eyes made Amalia aware of her own skin, the rapid beat of her heart, the slow tingling low in her belly, “it is not a decision I can make in a half hour. But you will be glad to know, on paper, I would have rejected you immediately. I have to hand it to Ms. Young. She made a bold but different choice with you.”
