The private penthouse elevator rose swiftly to the top floor of the Yas Viceroy Hotel, opening directly into the presidential suite. The transition from the cool, silent majesty of the Liwa desert to the lavish, modern warmth of the illuminated suite was intoxicating. The floor-to-ceiling glass walls looked out over the Yas Marina Circuit, where the ribbons of grey tarmac and blue runoff areas curved gracefully beneath the dim perimeter…
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