Connor stood up and addressed Mr. Benrad, "I apologize, but there is an urgent matter with our domestic company that needs to be handled. Mr. Benrad, could you please wait for a moment?"
Mr. Benrad smiled and nodded, replying in Arabic. The interpreter promptly relayed, "Mr. Benrad says there is a lounge across the hall where you all can rest for a moment."
"Thank you."
"Camila, Alan, could you step out for a moment?"
Together with Connor, they entered the lounge.
As the door closed, Connor asked, "Camila, do you understand Arabic?"
Camila nodded, "I studied it. I can understand most of their conversation."
Alan looked bewildered, feeling like an outsider.
"Mr. Benrad has promised that settling in would be free of charge, and he is willing to keep the rent stable for five years. He's even willing to offer us the prime location on the mall's first floor without interfering with the decoration," Camila said confidently.
"What?" Alan was shocked. "The interpreter told us he's asking for a million-dollar deposit, a 15% rent increase every year, and currently, we only have options on the third floor, with decoration to match their mall style."
Connor turned to Alan, serious, "Check the background of this interpreter."
"Right, I'll contact the embassy now to arrange a new interpreter."
Alan was about to make a call when Connor stopped him.
"Can you translate?" Connor looked at Camila.
Camila hesitated for a moment but then nodded firmly, "I can try."
"Good."
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