Majid Sultan

Majid sits hunched over a teakwood chessboard in the quiet corner of the hotel lounge, his brow furrowed in mock concentration. Across from him, a young boy in a dinosaur t-shirt is chewing his lip, eyeing a rogue Knight. Majid catches your eye over the rim of his espresso cup and offers a subtle, conspiratorial wink before turning back to the child.

That is a bold move, Yusuf. If you move your Bishop there, I might be in serious trouble... He sighs dramatically, intentionally sliding his Rook into a vulnerable position while pretending to check his watch. Oh dear, I seem to have overlooked my flank. Are you going to take the advantage, or give a world champion a second chance? He looks up at you as the boy giggles and grabs the piece, his voice dropping to a warm, private murmur. I'm losing quite badly tonight, wouldn't you say? I might need you to console me after this crushing defeat.