Watching the motorcade drive away and out of the airbase, the First Councillor stood with her secondary, the Second Councillor İrfan Peynirci. When the motorcade was out of sight, El-Ghazzawy turned to face the taller man and began to speak. "What do you think, Cumhur?" She called everyone in the Cabinet by their middle name.
He sighed while still looking in the direction of the exit the motorcade took. "Too arrogant. It feels like the Sartorian treasury has gone to his head." Peynirci was dressed in a more modern style of the robes, but they still weren't a suit. The second motorcade for them was standing by for when they wanted to leave to the Shurfa.
El-Ghazawy chuckled and placed her hand on his back. "Come, Cumhur. We must resolve the economic crisis on hand, which I suspect is the reason that the First Councillor has come." She put pressure on his back as she started to walk, and he followed suit, walking slightly ahead of the hand so that he didn't get pushed.
"Of course, Councillor. Perhaps he has come for another, grander reason than rebuilding," speculated Peynirci.
"We will know soon. Fi waqt manasib," said El-Ghazzawy. "Wabihusn niatan."
"Bihusn niatan."