“She said she just sent them,” she said, momentarily dropping the phone from her mouth and simultaneously watching as Omar logged into his computer system and pulled up his emails.  Displayed on three different lines were messages from Mona’s sister-in-law Dalilah.

Clicking on each one revealed its contents—a short sentence with dozens of attached documents.  One had close to eighty.

“Wow.”

“We got them,” confirmed Mona.  “Which should we start with?”

She paused, listening to her sister-in-law speak before raising her eyebrows.  “Really?  Which one is that?” she asked, leaning in to examine the screen.  She pointed, instructing Omar to reopen the second email.

Scanning, she found the attached file to which Dalilah was directing her, titled Elsewedey Enterprise.

“Open it,” she whispered.

Once open, her sister-in-law began walking her through dozens and dozens of smaller companies listed within.

“These are all real estate holdings?”

Another pause while Mona glanced down and eased herself into the seat.  Still listening, she leaned forward and swatted Omar’s hand away from the mouse, taking control and scrolling down several pages.

She stopped on a digitized copy of a deed, slightly crooked on the screen with dark printed lines.

Mona listened while Omar tried to read it, but without warning, she jumped from the computer window and back to the email, selecting another file.  Again, she scrolled down while Dalilah spoke.

“Hmm.”

Once again, she stopped, and Omar began to read, this time bumping her hand from the peripheral and steadying the screen.

“I’ve never heard of that before.”  More listening and then a nod.  “Okay.  Thanks.  Call me back when you have it.”

Mona pulled the phone from her ear and hung up, intently staring at Omar’s screen.

“How in the world did your sister-in-law get all this?”

“From contacts in different departments.  All these attachments represent a different holding company, most of them with ties back to Saad.”

Omar scrolled and kept reading.  “This goes deep.”

“Yeah, but the two she pointed out are different.”

“In what way?”

“Scroll down farther,” she instructed.  “To the bottom of the page.”

He complied and reached the bottom of the document.  It took a minute, but he eventually spotted it.

“Is this what I think it is?”

Mona nodded.  “Supposedly.  One of only a few assets directly owned by Saad instead of one of his holdings.”

Omar jumped back to the second file and scrolled to the bottom.  “Both of them, it seems.”

“Dalilah said these are the only ones she found not owned by other companies or trusts.  Just him.”

Omar finished reading.  “And why not these?”

Mona shrugged.  “She has no idea.  Neither does the person from whom she got it.  The point is, Saad owns a lot of assets, including a lot of real estate.”

“Not a surprise.  Most rich people do.”

“Right.  But judging from my sister’s tone, he may be richer than anyone knows.”