“You’re so clumsy, Aisha. For God’s Sake, I don’t know why I ever hired you! You are the single worst waitress who ever worked at my club! I told you to wait on this VIP client, not try to kill him with flying shards of glass! They’re nervous enough as it is being from a foreign country,” Jefferson yelled.
“Mr. Jefferson, please. Don’t speak so sharply to Aisha. As she says, she tripped. It was just an accident. She is most likely distracted, for the reasons you’ve mentioned,” the Prince said, smiling kindly again to me.
Perhaps due to my particular assignments for the CIA, a growing numbness had settled into me. In order to successfully accomplish the goals of each mission I had to detach my feelings from the repeated acts of intimacy I was asked to perform. It seemed like a fair trade-
