“Is that me in the picture?”
“Yes. You’re a CIA agent, Brittany. We were having a drink to celebrate a successful sting operation we had just completed together.”
I laughed and shook my head. I was a CIA agent? What a strange dream I was having!
“CIA? I am nothing but a common w***e,” I wrote.
Rasheed took my hands in his and looked me very seriously.
“Listen to me Britany. You’re not a w***e. Your name is Brittany Milani. You are working undercover on a counterterrorism mission for the CIA. You came to Riyadh posing as a young woman named Aisha Nayef to gather evidence on Prince Al Khatani’s suspected involvement in a terrorist plot against the United States. I was assigned as your partner on the mission. Don’t you remember me Brittany? Look again at the photograph. That’s you and m
