A Fresh Beggining
The world of Arthur is at its apex. Fresh deals, new contracts, and his neverending grit for his success. The fairytale of his ambition never really seems to stop, it just rises up. To the world, Arthur is a shrewd statesman, a man with pure mettle, and also a man with a heart and a soul. Arthur is a six-foot man, with a clear face card, a soft messy quiff hairstyle, and with a frame of an athlete, seemingly all perfect, except the horror of his very mind.
Arthur always believes something haunts him, like hunting him down. But he doesn't know what it is, the ignorance of his very mind, or the illusion of his soul. He recently just received a contract, a highly prestigious one. Arthur is set to carry out this one by the next day. He returns home late at night, possibly because he was finalizing the plans. He has a deal to carry out, which is to convince the team to buy services from Aramco. Aramco is an obvious milestone to anyone, yet for a statesman, getting an opportunity to co-operate with Aramco is just like winning a world cup. And the fact that Arthur achieved this feat just after aiming a couple of years back, earned him a nonpareil status while most of the staff members were celebrating, some members were saying they are proud, but their eyes betrayed them. The eyes always speak what the tongue doesn't dare to. Truth is often on the surface, except we are blind enough to search them.
