A doorman opens the door and Shazadi emerges into the bright daylight. She takes a pair of sunglasses from her bag and puts them on. Her driver Masun smiles and nods his head. He opens the back door of the car. She enters the car. Masun closes the door and goes to his seat.
SHAZADI
Good morning, Masun. You look well this morning.
MASUN
Yes, thank you, madam. We go to pickup Madam Al Utari?
SHAZADI
Yes, Masun, she is waiting for us.
The car pulls away from the curb. As it proceeds down the street the guards’ car falls in behind them.