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Sweat trickled down my collar as I stared at the cracked phone screen displaying 10:47 AM. In three hours, I’d be sitting across from Sheikha Al-Thani – my career’s make-or-break moment – and I’d forgotten the ceremonial dagger gift. Traditional Qatari souqs? Shuttered for Friday prayers. Luxury malls? A 45-minute drive through Doha’s concrete jungle. My palms left damp streaks on the steering wheel as desert heat seeped through the rental car’s feeble AC. This wasn’t just panic; it was the visc

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