And there he stands on the tallest building in the world – a skinny spike, jabbing farther into the sky than any other human construction in history.
But something has flickered in Sheikh Mohammed's smile.
Three men have been charged in connection with her killing – she apparently disturbed thieves in her room – and the crime dented the island's idyllic image.
This man has sold Dubai to the world as the city of One Thousand and One Arabian Lights, a Shangri-La in the Middle East insulated from the dust-storms blasting across the region.
He dominates the Manhattan-manqué skyline, beaming out from row after row of glass pyramids and hotels smelted into the shape of piles of golden coins.
The image of Mauritius that tourist brochures like to portray usually features the crystal-clear turquoise waters of the Indian Ocean lapping beaches of perfect white sand.
Palm trees sway gently in the breeze, smiling waiters serve cold drinks. A very different scene played out yesterday in Belfast, where a plane landed carrying the body of Michaela Mc Areavey.
The ubiquitous cranes have paused on the skyline, as if stuck in time.