The Prince and the Journalist 7 - Too Much Information
(Caleb's point of view)
I have returned to the palace as soon as my sister has called me, I had not planned to attend the small party or meeting tonight that my mother has organized, it is not only that I am bored with that kind of parties where I have to keep smiling and put up with everything they say, it is mostly because most of the people who are going to attend were from my father's circle of trust, and many of them are not the kind of people I want to surround myself with to continue with the opening and modernization of the Emirate.
As I wait for the guards to prepare the sales clerk for her interrogation, I review the guest list my mother has sent me:
Colonel Paul Thomas of the British SAS, Military Attaché of the British Embassy, the only embassy open in Kanaan and therefore the main means of communication with Western markets, someone to be reckoned with as he is actually a colonel of MI6, the British Espionage Service and has a network of agents spread throughout the countries of the Gulf area.
Ahmed Ben Yamal, Ambassador of Saudi Arabia, the neighboring country which is the main commercial partner and historical ally of the Emirate. Ahmed is a manipulator and corrupt, whose only real interest in the Emirate is our slave girls, he never misses an opportunity to threaten and blackmail us in order to have fresh slave girls, both local girls and western slave girls every few months, someone I have to get rid of by any means necessary.
Amin bin Zadid, mayor of the Old City, a decrepit old man in his seventies, opposed to any measure of openness or change in the old laws, luckily like Ahmed has a perverse interest in western slave girls. Fortunately there is little time left for the person I have appointed to replace him to have all the necessary supports tied up, then Amin will die happy fucking one of his slave girls.
Nadim Moad, a rich merchant of Egyptian origin, who controls the caravans that for centuries have been crossing the desert with the products of the nomadic tribes, although for some years now most of the products they bring are drugs, weapons and slave girls. A necessary evil for the time being.
Altan Bulut, Turkish shipowner owner of 60% of the fishing fleet operating in the Emirate, personal friend of my father, he is only interested in two things, money and family, fortunately we have a lot of money in the Emirate, unfortunately for Altan all his family died, and he has always considered me a kind of godson.
Commander Omar Malek, military commander of the Emirate's elite forces, educated in the United States, the man in charge of preparing a real army that will allow us to stop depending on the goodwill of our neighbors in case of armed conflicts. A man of total confidence.
Bungami Akinyemi, mercenary, adventurer, womanizer, a man who would give his life for me, as he was about to give it for my father and my mother, Chief of Security of the mine.
Demir Ilianov, a thirty year old Russian billionaire, settled in the Emirate for the last ten years, has invested hundreds of millions in the City's construction projects, as much as I have asked my mother about him, she has told me nothing, only that I can trust him.
George Reynolds, Director of Exploitation of the Caltenium Mine, the man responsible with Mr. Francis for the process of refining the Caltenium, which has allowed the money to enter the Emirate and be able to make all the reforms. Every time there is a reception of these I wonder how my mother manages to convince him to come out of his laboratory.
As I continue reading the list, I am surprised to discover two new names, James Connors, Secretary of the US Embassy in Qatar, who has been in Kanaan for several weeks preparing the opening of a consulate, and Mrs. Margaret Prior, Attorney General of California.
The truth is that I do not understand what Mrs. Prior is doing here, I know her well, I have coincided in several parties in Los Angeles, besides having had several legal clashes over issues concerning the slave girls I keep in my mansion, nothing that my well-paid lawyers have not been able to fix easily, it will be interesting to see the reason for her presence tonight.
"Everything is ready, your Excellency;" one of the palace guards tells me.
I slowly walk down into the basements of the palace, there is a detention area with two dozen cells, but they have long since been unused for what they were originally built for, most of them have been transformed into playrooms for me and my guests.
In one of them is tied Ariadna, the sales clerk from the mall that my sister Nabila has ordered to be detained, she is placed in the middle of the room with her arms stretched above her head attached by chains to the ceiling, her legs also stretched are chained to the floor, The guards who have prepared her, have returned to ring her nipples and clitoris, and have placed a slave collar, to give her to understand that she is no longer a free woman, but not having been brought to trial, she is not a legal slave protected by the laws of the Emirate.
Right now Ariadna is nobody, I can do what I want with her peacefully.
I approach Ariadna and remove the gag from her mouth, as soon as I do so she starts begging me to release her, that she hasn't done anything.
"Silence!" I yell at her slapping her on one of her tits, too sensitive after having regained her ornaments.
"Princess Nabila heard two of the slave girls at the mall say that you had told them that everything was going to change in a short time, that the western powers were going to take over the Emirate and all the western slave girls freed;" I comment to her.
Ariadne's face changes completely when she hears my words, but she quickly starts screaming again, that I should free her, that everything is a lie.
"It's a lie, Clara couldn't have told you any of that, we are in love;" she cries sobbing.
"You're right, Clara hasn't told us anything;" I comment. "We haven't even asked her, we haven't even needed to, we've simply watched the recordings of all those nights you spent together in her room at the mall."
Ariadne collapses completely upon hearing me, not realizing that although the recordings really do exist, it is impossible that we have been able to listen to them all in the mere two hours that have passed since her arrest.
In between pleas for me not to kill her, she begins to recount everything she knows, names, dates, details of meetings, enough statements that several people have to start worrying.
"What's going to become of me now?" asks Ariadna to me when she finishes speaking.
"I should give you to Ntomi to be one of his 'Princess' whores getting fucked by two dozen men every day;" I tell her making her scream in terror. "But I'm going to be merciful, I'm simply going to implant an experimental drug in your clitoris and expel you from the Emirate, I think never having an orgasm again will be a good punishment for a slut like you."
I walk out of the cell ignoring Ariadne's screams and pleas, outside the cell I meet my sister Nabila and my mother.
"You have done the right thing;" my mother tells me caressing my cheek. "I don't think you're really going to release her though."
