Chapter 68

[Arabian Nation of Zidra]

"So? Ready to take on the role?" Salim asked with a smile

"As ready as I could ever be" Zayed said grumpily

"You are born for this, Zayed. This is your birth right. You are going to love it" Salim said

"No. You are wrong. It was your position, Salim. I don’t think I will ever be able to overcome that fact. And how will I love something that I was never prepared for?" Zayed asked

Salim chuckled.

"Seven years ago, you were an artist, Zayed. A reclusive artist who had no interest in anything other than the artworks he created,” Salim pointed out

"So? What’s your point?" Zayed asked in irritation

"And then you stepped into Zidra’s oil business. Do I need to remind you that you excelled in it?" Salim asked

"That’s different" Zayed argued

"Not really. Business is something you never fancied. Yet, over the years you started enjoying the thrill it gives. You love Zidra and our people, so there is no doubt