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The Unjustly Punished Lady Lawyer

As a girl, I wanted to pursue an international career. My Dad was an airline pilot and took Mum and me on holidays to exotic places. I had a little of a romantic attachment to the Arab lands, which I found exotic and in recent years, quite modern, attractive, and increasingly sophisticated, offering a heady blend of East and West.

I did very well at school on the Arts side and at university where I studied Law with Arabic as a half unit. During my third year, I spent six months in Cairo, working in an airline office. I graduated with a good degree and joined a firm of commercial solicitors in the City. Keeping my Arabic, I studied the legal systems of the modern Arab world. An excellent opportunity for me arose in one of the Gulf nations.

Eventually, I joined a law firm in one of the rapidly developing but (I thought at the time) relatively liberal Arab nations of the Gulf area. The company specialises in commercial law. I moved down to the Gulf State. The firm helped me find a small but smart, secure, and comfortable apartment in a modern tower block. There was an attached sports club and swimming pool and I quickly settled in.

I was in no hurry to settle down and had a succession of minor flirtations with other expatriate men. The place turned out to be a little more boring and staid than I had thought it might. You had to be very careful about drinking and driving and, despite the apparent sophistication of the place; you had to be very wary as a lone European ...

... female at night.

Everyone knew everyone else and if you sneezed in one place, they knew you had a cold at the other place down the road before you arrived. The place was very expensive, even though the money was good, and you worked very long hours with an early start, without exception.

It was the rule that all of us in the office did more than enough work for two people. Despite being young and fit, I soon put a premium on sleep. This was not quite what I had expected from taking holidays in the place, but the job turned out to be very interesting and I could save money.

Time flew past and within two years, I was heavily involved with the work of the firm and at a very senior level for my age.

A local airline and aviation services company were trying to introduce some new helicopters to the area. The inevitable question arose about who should be the "Agent" for this European helicopter manufacturer.

This was a tricky area, as it was politically sensitive. If you wanted to sell cheap toys, then anyone local could be an "Agent." But because it was a high-value product with a fair exposure to local officialdom, it was a different matter. There was a pecking order amongst the locals, and they sort of stood in line. We usually had a view of who was in line for the next biggie. During the negotiations of the deal, both sides required representation.

This time, we found ourselves in the slightly unusual situation of working for the locals. We had as a paid advisor ...