"One often meets his destiny in the path he takes to avoid it."
To escape the pain of failed relationships and careers, both Valda and Larissa take themselves to Dubai seeking not only success, but a reason and purpose in life. Valda does indeed find success and to her astonishment love, but all is threatened when she is introduced to a billionaire Sheikh. Her clandestine relationship with the Sheikh, propels her into a murky web of deceit, and she turns to Larissa for help. As an astrologer, Larissa predicts that Valda and the Sheikh s destinies were sealed from the moment of their first meeting; however, she keeps the dire fate that she reads in the charts a secret. Valda knows she is in deep, the Sheikh is an omniscient character and not an inch of Dubai seems shielded from his glare. Someone has her back however as she receives cryptic warning messages posted to her. Life as the Sheik's personal courier is filled with perils - will it be he or the law who end this relationship. Together, Valda and Larissa take a gamble in a game of cosmic Russian Roulette where the stakes are their lives and their adversary, Fate itself. This pacey, gritty thriller has a spiritual theme which bravely merges genres and embraces with sensitivity personal relationships underlying the theme of choice versus chance. Upbeat and contemporary in style, A Sealed Fate features an eclectic mix of characters awash with local colour.
There it was, exactly where she had found it three days ago, shining
magnificently. For days now it had beckoned her, as if it was as eager as
she was to go for a drive. In Valda’s mind, cars assumed personalities
and emotions and this particular one appeared to be her perfect match.
Wasting no time, she opened the door carefully and eased herself into
the low, sleek, lightweight roadster. She sensually ran her hands over
the steering wheel, gently toyed with the gear lever, savouring every
moment of foreplay with her 605-horsepower friend.
After a few more indulgent minutes, she eased the keys into the
ignition, turned it over and – wow – the insanely powerful engine
sprang to life. Still not sure what to do next, she sat quietly while the
monocoque chassis gently vibrated.
Racing clutches can be testy and this particular one was one of the
testiest – Valda stalled three times before successfully pulling off. Her
new car was akin to an Olympic sprinter itching to get out of the blocks.
With so much grit coming out of the engine, the residential streets of
Jumeirah were hardly the right arena for this calibre of vehicle’s virgin
journey, but Valda was undeterred. Even on the main roads, her GT
stayed well within itself, with only the rare opportunity of reaching 30
per cent of its top speed. No matter what, it was an orgasmic experience
and she relished each moment.
Tuesday night and the keys and envelope were once again in her jacket
pocket. She was certain the Sheikh would be there, although it had
dawned on her that he may avoid her, just in case she did return the car
keys and refuse his new offer. The date on the plane tickets was fast approaching.