Chapter 3
Saturday, March 31, 2007
It was twenty minutes to eight. I had just come out of the office of Ismail Fahad, one of my best friends. I needed less than ten minutes to reach Khalid’s office. Ismail had written more than thirty novels, and so I was keen to hear his opinion.
When I told him about Khalid’s offer, he quietly responded, “Why not? Writing a biographical novel is an interesting approach.”
“It is, but the man wants a novel for his own satisfaction.”
“Yes, but you are the one who’ll actually write it. Let him ask for everything he wants and then you write it in your own language and style. It’ll be a new experience for you. He’s a millionaire and he promised you good money, so go ahead.”
“If a businessman asked you to write about him, would you agree?”
“Of course I w
