Rashid
Deciding starving off the inevitable would only make me feel more miserable, I called Hafsa. It annoyed me how pleasantly surprised she sounded when she picked up.
“Good afternoon, your highness."
As professional as ever. I'm glad she was at least enjoying this entire charade.
“I'd like to meet to discuss some things."
She paused. Either she wasn't expecting me to be outright with this conversation, or she was surprised by my brash nature in bringing it up. Whatever it was, I didn't care, I just wanted to get it over with.
“Oh?" Is all she said back to me.
“Will you be free to meet me tomorrow?"
There was another pause. It made me grind my teeth.
“Yes. I suppose that works for me. Shall we say noon?"
“Sure. Fine."
She cleared her throat. “Rashid."
“Yes?"
“I look forwa
