Chapter 2
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
The moment I left Khalid’s office, I decided that a visit to my friend Suleiman and his wife Samar was in order. Suleiman was a businessman who owned numerous companies and Samar was a bank manager. They certainly knew Khalid, so they might be able to help me decide what to do. I thought I might also call my friend the novelist Ismail Fahad Ismail to ask his opinion, too.
I had serious reservations. This wasn’t really my way of writing – to be employed by a businessman to write what he wanted me to write.
My phone had been on silent mode during the meeting but I saw that Shoroq had called me three times.
I reached my car.
It had never crossed my mind that I would write a novel about a businessman and be paid by him.
It would mark a sharp departure
