Janet was livid. She’d walked into Walid’s office asking him if the palace had any cars at their disposal. Walid had been all too eager to show off the entire fleet of cars nestled in the undergound garage from a cctv camera footage displayed on an LCD in his office. She’d then asked him to arrange a conveyance so that she could go visit her university. He’d tried to ask her to first see if Jordan was willing to go with her. Janet told him she didn’t need a babysitter. Walid then beat around the bush before finally hitting a few keys on his computer and then saying that she was ‘ineligible for access to use the royal cars’. What a bunch of bullshit. Janet felt like giving him a piece of her mind. She hadn’t had much interaction with him, but she was liking him less and less the more she go
