“I see,” I said.
It sounded like a fairly standard play. I wish I had more time to study the subject’s tendencies, his likes and dislikes. But there was no time for extensive research on this case. We would have to wing it tomorrow. My Handler continued to prep me.
“You work as a waitress at Obsessions and have been assigned to serve drinks at Al Khatani’s private party. At first I thought you should wear a full burqa or niqab, but he might suspect he’s being set up. You should be dressed in whatever uniform a regular waitress wears.”
“I’ll have one of my other cocktail waitresses bring in an extra outfit for tomorrow night that matches what they wear, a short black mini skirt and a white tank top with the word Obsessions written above the breast,” Jefferson said.
“Perfect, that should
