“Where would you like to meet?” she asked.
“There is a restaurant downtown, Abu Nawas. Have you heard of it?”
Morgan’s eyebrows rose. Had she heard of it? Abu Nawas was one of the most exclusive and expensive places in town, and she’d heard the food was exquisite—not that she’d ever been able to afford to visit. It was a Middle-Eastern place, which would explain the man’s accent.
“I have, and I would be happy to meet you there,” she said, hoping that he wasn’t expecting her to actually eat; she couldn’t afford the water there, never mind the food.
“Excellent! If you could meet us there at eleven tonight, that would be perfect.”
“I’ll be there, Ahmed,” she said.
“You will? Very good! Very good. We look forward to seeing you this evening, Miss Springfield. Goodbye.”
And the call was ended. It didn’t escape Morgan’s attention that Ahmed had originally said she would be meeting with him, but said “we” at the end of the call, implying that she would be meeting with a group. Eleven at night was late for a meet up, though Morgan assumed that it might perhaps be a cultural thing.
Regardless, the man had to be rich if he wanted to meet her at Abu Nawas, and Morgan was ready to watch her bank account grow again.
***
Heading back home, she kicked off her shoes and ate a small bag of chips before opening up her files and preparing a fresh document for her new client.
All that was left to do was wait, and then she would be making money again.
After writing up a few pages for her file, Morgan placed it in a black briefcase and opened up her laptop ready to do some research. Sh