"Mr. Blackwell, this—what you are proposing is—" The Prince began, but his words were quickly drowned out as his advisors erupted into chaos.
"This is insane!" one shouted, his voice cracking with disbelief.
"You want to destroy the oil market? You want to ruin Saudi?" another shouted, incredulous.
"Yes! You want to ruin Saudi Arabia!" a third added, shaking his head in frustration.
"Yes! Saudi is oil! Oil is Saudi! What you're suggesting is the future total destruction of oil!" they all cried out in a collective panic.
Alexander Blackwell sat there, unmoving, his face a study in calm. The storm of objections and shrill voices did nothing to stir him. His gaze was locked on the Prince, his expression one of eerie detachment. After a moment of silence, he spoke, his voice cool and unwavering.
