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al nods of the junior partners and, most importantly, in the grateful eyes of my grandfather. He never failed to express

e knew that while I was a maestro of social and business strat

on new technological updates, I remained a silent, smiling statue. I never volunteered

senior manager of the Computer Networks Department, walked in. He was the real deal-a man who spoke in code and circuit diagrams. He proposed a new t

jargon was a foreign language, the concepts were a dense fog. When he finally fini

had. "I agree with Mr. Sa

ndfather pressed, h

mpact and client perception, but my grandfather was a hawk. He wouldn't be dive

e atmosphere shifted. My grandfather

ir," he ordered, his

a scandal: 'Engineer Amir Ramzi Abo Al_Saeed i

of corruption. They will question our

r, I truly did. But I hated it," I confessed, the words

I absolutely hated math and science. But I am not st

now I am not an engineer, but I needed the title to get to this position. Everyone knows how

he logistics, the finance, the relations, the... 'dirty work.' That is what I do. Being a

is eyes searching my soul. "I will

t and fear were a constant companion. As he felt his time nearing, he called me close. His voice was a f

partnership we'd been negotiating for years. "if you do that I will

lude: I'd plan the outings, I'd pick the finest restaurants, the entertainment, I'd be making sure the partners were happy and pliable before the real technical experts took over. But now, as the pros

ry surfaced. A face from the past. The only person who had ever been able to translate that incomprehensible wor