Location: Foreign Relations centre in Al Azir
The state car carrying President Abdullah pulled into the compound of the Foreign Relations centre. Today was the day the two countries would meet each other after years of indifference. Today was the day Batavie would once again return to Fulanistan.
President Abdullah stepped out of the state car, and walked down the long carpet into the building. The hallway was made with beige marble, and the stone below was in a checkered pattern. It was adorned with state flags, and the skylight overhead let in the hot sun, which revealed the dust in the air. The large wood door opened, revealing a large meeting table. The room was empty of people save for several guards. President Abdullah sat down on one side of the table, and now the only thing to do was wait.
The state car carrying President Abdullah pulled into the compound of the Foreign Relations centre. Today was the day the two countries would meet each other after years of indifference. Today was the day Batavie would once again return to Fulanistan.
President Abdullah stepped out of the state car, and walked down the long carpet into the building. The hallway was made with beige marble, and the stone below was in a checkered pattern. It was adorned with state flags, and the skylight overhead let in the hot sun, which revealed the dust in the air. The large wood door opened, revealing a large meeting table. The room was empty of people save for several guards. President Abdullah sat down on one side of the table, and now the only thing to do was wait.