Councillor El-Ghazzawy was sitting at her desk, reading a report of a human trafficking ring in Bawwaba Medina being broken up. She was very pleased with the reconstruction of the Nahr valley, and made a note to visit the valley next week to congratulate the workers.
Councillor Ali burst through the door of the office with a red folder stapled shut. Rarely used in that fashion, only for paramount confidential information, it caught the First Councillor's attention and immediately brought her to stand up and walk around the desk.
"Amal, an attempt on Yutan was made today. We have more information than was publicly released. I haven't seen it, and neither has Al-Jourani," he said with a fast pace and worried tone. "Al-Jazari will be briefed after you see it."
El-Ghazzawy took the folder and grabbed a knife from a pen holder on her desk. Tearing the folder open, she began to read over the information included, and her hopeful glow from the Nahr report turned to a cheerless dread that emanated the declaration of war from months past by Sach'aqa.
Upon reading the names of the perpetrators, she began to chuckle, and the chuckle turned to full laughter after a minute. Ali looked worriedly at her and inquired, "Is everything okay, Amal?"
She came down from the laughter and, still smiling, turned to Ali. "Sometimes, things work out the way you wanted." She continued to read through the folder with a smile, and dismissed Ali when she went to see Al-Jazari.