I had a simple plan. Work as a flight attendant at the Arab Airline, make yourself a small fortune in five years and rest on your laurels by buying a small hotel on the Cote d'Azur of France. But everything went wrong in the first month since employment. First, the first class passenger was Sheikh Rashid bin Mohammed al-Maktun's assistant, who offered a "very high-paying dignified position." Then my trip to interview at their main office. And then I myself did not understand how I turned out to be one of the concubines in the harem of the richest man on the planet. I would give up all the "happiness that has fallen on me," but who asks me...