Claiming His Queen

Moments before the chaotic confrontation on the ballroom floor, Desmond Kincaid sat inside a soundproof VIP suite on the mezzanine level. The thick mahogany doors blocked out the lively tunes of the gala's orchestra. Tariq and Zayed sat across from him, sliding a leather-bound folio across the smooth polished surface of the coffee table. The lucrative oil distribution venture was finalized in ink.