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the Boutros oil company. Both Amir and Joseph had studied oil and gas engineering. They oversaw all the projects at the company. It was their duty to make sure that everything went smoothly from the drilling to the exporting.
     
    “I am actually quite famished,” said Amir as he rose to his feet also. The two of them headed out of Joseph’s office. Amir was about two inches shorter than Joseph. They had similar muscular physiques. Amir’s hair was a few inches longer than Joseph’s. Also Joseph had jet-black hair and Amir had dark brown hair. Their mothers were sisters but they looked like each other a lot. People often thought they were brothers.
     
    “Hold my calls. I will be going out for lunch,” Joseph said to his assistant Tamar.
     
    “Yes sir,” she replied. She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “Is there anything else I can do for you?” she asked. She looked too eager to do something for him.
     
    “No.” Joseph slid in his hands in his pockets and walked off. Amir walked off with him.
     
    “Are you sleeping with her?” Amir asked Joseph.
     
    “Am I sleeping with who?” Joseph asked.
     
    “Your assistant.”
     
    “Tamar? No, I am not sleeping with her.”
     
    “Then why does she look at you with hearts in her eyes?”
     
    Joseph chuckled a little. “Every woman that isn’t related to me looks at me with hearts in her eyes,” he said.
     
    “Does Olivia?” Amir asked.
     
    “She is a different type of woman. She actually had the nerve to stand me up.” Joseph was not pleased about that. He was both intrigued and annoyed by it.
     
    Amir whipped his head in Joseph’s direction.
     
    “She stood you up? Really?” Amir was clearly shocked. “No woman has ever done that.”
     
    “Exactly.”
     
    “I am even more interested in meeting her.”
     
    Two women walked past Amir and Joseph. They had their eyes glued on Joseph with big smiles across their faces. Joseph barely looked at them. He just walked past them. Having women stare at him was nothing new. He was used to it.
     

Chapter 10
     
    It was Friday and Olivia was bored. She did not want to spend the day inside the house, especially since Rania and Marina were at home. It was just so uncomfortable being around them. They always ended up being in some kind of argument. So Olivia suggested that she and Daya go to explore Beirut, the capital city of Lebanon.
     
    Olivia and Daya walked out of Sheikh Solomon’s mansion and out into the warm Middle Eastern sun. Jacob was leaning against his black Bentley. He had his phone in his hand. He looked up from his phone and saw Olivia and Daya walking out of the house.
     
    “Where are you two off to?” he asked.
     
    “Sightseeing,” Olivia replied. She was not quite sure about how she felt about Jacob. He hadn’t been as nasty as his sisters had been to Olivia.
     
    “I thought you were going shopping.”
     
    “Why shopping?”
     
    “You will be seeing your husband-to-be in two days.”
     
    Olivia narrowed her gaze at Jacob. “He is not going to be my husband,” she replied.
     
    Jacob slid his phone in his pocket. 
     
    “Why not? There are tons of women dying to be his wife, my sisters included,” he said.
     
    Olivia rolled her big hazel eyes. 
     
    “Then he can choose a wife from all those women. I myself am not interested in marrying a man I know nothing about,” said Olivia.
     
    “He is a good man,” said Jacob.
     
    “So you also think I should marry him.” Olivia narrowed her gaze at Jacob.
     
    “No, I am just pointing out good things about him.”
     
    “Shouldn’t you be trying get him hitched to one your sisters?” Olivia asked. If Joseph was a good man as Jacob said he was, then surely he would want one of his sisters to marry him.
     
    Jacob shrugged his shoulders. “Of course it would be good if he married Rania or Marina but frankly I do not care about all of that,” said Jacob. He pulled out his phone and looked at it.
     
    “You