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you don’t mind.”
    “Of course not. Who did you meet?”
    “The girls across the road who you mentioned. Sarah and Carla. They’re here for the summer holidays. Sarah’s just finished school and Carla’s at university in London, studying Geography. They’re really nice. They grew up here and they told me all sorts of bizarre stories about this place. Did you know that one of the sultan’s sons, when he was a kid, was watching The A Team , that old TV series with Mr T. in it, and the kid said he wanted the van, so the sultan bought it and had it sent to Bezira? Apparently, The A Team van is in one of the palaces here in the city, in Zakir. One of Carla’s friends saw it once.”
    “Nothing about this place would surprise me.” James put two cups of hot tea down on the wooden table in the kitchen.
    “Sarah said that the royal kids only have to ask for something and ‘click,’ it’s theirs. They sound like a bunch of spoilt brats to me, unlike Sarah and Carla. They’re great. They invited me out tomorrow to go shopping. Is that okay?”
    “Of course. I’m just sorry that I have to work while you’re here. I was hoping to get a few days off next week, but something seems to have come up at work.”
    “Is everything all right?” Angelina suddenly saw how tired her father looked. It was the same look on his face that he had when his business collapsed. She felt guilty for not noticing it as soon as he came home. He’d seemed fine yesterday, just like his old self, and they’d both put his dizzy spell at the party down to indigestion. However, she now wondered whether there really was something wrong with him.
    “Do you need to go to the doctor? Are you okay?” she asked.
    “I’m fine and I don’t think a doctor could help me with my work issues.” He blew on the surface of his tea before he started drinking it.
    “What’s happened at work?”
    “To be honest, I’m not sure. At first, it seemed like just a normal day at work and I was planning to come home early, but then my boss called me in and asked me to bring him copies of all my identity papers and fill out a ton of forms.”
    “Why would they want you to do that?”
    “I’m not sure. The paperwork here is a bit of a nightmare. Remember me telling you about all the forms I had to fill out when I was trying to get a visa to come here?”
    “I found it hard just trying to get a visitor visa, so I can imagine it would be a lot worse trying to get a work visa. But you did all that, didn’t you?”
    “I thought I had, but apparently, they suddenly needed more information. There was even a form asking me what I ate for breakfast!”
    “You’re joking?”
    “No, and none of the other blokes at work had ever seen that form before.”
    “What does it mean? You’re not in trouble, are you?”
    James sipped his tea and bit into the last of the biscuits. “I’m not sure. The other people at work said the paperwork changes all the time here; they’re always thinking up new security checks, but at the same time, none of them said they’d ever had to fill out as many forms as I had to today.”
    “I’m sure it’ll be fine. Don’t worry. Come on, let’s go out for dinner and take your mind off it.”
    “Okay. Just give me a few minutes to get changed.”
     
    ***
     
    “You Royal Highness, we have everything you need to know about James Smith, including what he ate for breakfast. It says here that he eats a cereal called cornflakes.” The head of security waved a sheaf of papers in front of Sheikh Rashid.
    Rashid started leafing through them. He read about James’s school and university qualifications and the fact that he’d once won a fishing trophy. He read about his business and how it had failed due to the recession in England, and he read about his work as a structural engineer. The report said that he was an exemplary employee and had already proved himself to be an expert in his field. However, none of this was of any interest