Chapter 12: Professional above all!
Him: it's as you feel Miss N'DAH!
Ouhhh let's go for 2 weeks of madness girls!
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After 09 hours of flight we finally set foot on the ground of Qatar.
A gentleman was in front of us with a sign in hand: Mr and Mrs Khane.
Mr Khane: I believe it is for us.
Joyce: Absolutely not! I am not Mrs Khane it must be another couple you are not the only Khane.
Him: I'm sure it's for us. But if you don't want to come...
He walks towards the gentleman.
Him: hello sir. ( Hello sir )
The gentleman (LM): hello, you're Mister and Misses Khane?
Him: exactly but there's a mistake it isn't Mister and Misses Khane but Mister Khane and Miss N'DAH. (exactly but there is a fault it is not Mr. and Mrs. Khane but Mr. Khane and Miss N'DAH. )
LM: oh I'm really sory. (oh I'm so sorry)
Him: doesn't matter. (no problem) MlleN'DAH it's for us!
I walk towards them. The gentleman takes the suitcase from my hands.
Joyce: Thanks. Uh.. ( thank you. Uh.. )
LM: Yussef… my name's Yussef and you're welcome. (Yussef… my name is Yussef and you're welcome!)
Joyce: okay.
In short, he takes us to the hotel. Frankly it's too good, Ahmed did a great job. It's warm and all. We take our suitcases up to our rooms, separate of course! I go into my room and take a shower.
After a good shower I put on pajamas and throw myself on the bed. Jet lag exhausted me. It's 9 p.m. here anyway.
Good night !
09:02
This morning, I'm in such a good mood! Breakfast in bed is like a magic potion mdrr it makes you happy and everything.
Once finished, I get ready: black high-waisted jeans ripped at the knees, black crop-top and beige heels. A bun as usual plus a pair of earrings. Labello and it's good. I perfume myself and leave the room.
At 10:35 a.m. there is a very important meeting. And for this time the goal is to export new models to Marseille. Bugati, Ferrari everything goes!
I walk past reception with a smile on my face.
Joyce: Hello! ( Hello )
The receptionist: hello miss N'DAH. How are you today? (Hello Miss N'DAH. How are you today)
Joyce: I'm fine thank you! I got a good feeling! (I'm fine thank you, I feel fine)
Her: *laughs* that's cool! ( it's cool )
Joyce: *laughs* Where is Mister Khane? (where is Mr. Khane)
Her: uhm I think he's… (uhm I think he is)
…: here! ( the )
Her: yes he's here. ( Yes. He is here )
Joyce: thanks so goodbye! (thank you goodbye)
Her: have a nice day!
Joyce: Thanks. ( thank you )
So I follow Mr Khane to the door. He takes keys from his pocket and unlocks a white BMW with tinted windows. He sits on the driver's side and I on the passenger side.
Him: I see you're in a good mood!
Joyce: yes very.
Him: Are you starting the bet today?
Joyce: No! My main goal is first of all the smooth running of this seminar and that my company obtains new models so I start the bet that Saturday evening.
Him: I see. I thought also ! But how am I going to know you kissed those bgs right?
Joyce: well you just have to be present! Anyway, it is with you that I will choose the models.
Him: very well.
After that no one spoke. Once at the meeting place, he parks and we get out of the car.
Him: What time is it please?
Joyce: 10:06 a.m.
Him: Thank you.
Joyce: You're welcome. What do we do now ?
Him: We are waiting.
Joyce: Aren't you hot Mr Khane?
Him: Yes, a little.
Joyce: Can we get back in the car while we wait?
Him: yes.
We get in the car and he turns on the air conditioning.
Joyce: Mr. Khane?
Him: yes?
Joyce: Is this your first time to come to Dubai?
Him: Not at all. I have all my family here.
Joyce: Ahh okay could you show me around then?
Him: if you wish.
Joyce: Thank you. Mr Khan?
Him: what else!
Joyce: Nothing.
Tchrrr your long neck looks like train tracks. I take out my phone and call Mima. It's been a long time though! Ah, but I never described Mima to you!
Mima's description:
She is very small she must be 1m66 like that. 22 years old like me. Forms where there is nothing to say. Beautiful frizzy hair. A well tanned complexion. Hazelnut almond eyes. A walking disaster. She loves to laugh and has the same character as me.
** Phone call **
Joyce: Hello?
Mima: ahhh my darling!
Joyce: *laughs* how are you?
Mima: Wonderfully!
Joyce: rayy tell!
Her: Jacque come and see mum tonight!
Joyce: Juuure!
Her: Whoa!
Joyce: *laughs* and what are you in a hurry?
Her: I'm stressed! Imagine it going wrong?
Joyce: imagine nothing at all I'm sure it's going to be fine. Do not worry.
Her: Ok. Where are you ?
Joyce: in Dubai!
Her: nooo?
Joyce: siiii!
Her: What are you doing there?
Joyce: baby seminar!
Her: bruuh how I don't like seminars! It's too boring!
Joyce: It's for a good cause honey.
Her: yeah and how is your Mr Khane?
Joyce: he's fine!
Her: Didn't you do any other weird stuff?
Joyce: yes, but I'll tell you later!
Her: is he with you there?
Joyce: Exactly!
Her: well, see you later!
Joyce: yes we do like that!
Her: I love you Joyce!
Joyce: I love you too. Go bye! You will give Jacque a kiss from me!
Her: I wouldn't miss going tchao!
**End of the phonecall**
Mr Khane: it wants to kiss guys when it's not even single!
Joyce: What am I getting into?
Him: It's not good, not good!
Joyce: the latest news I do what I want!
Him: Excuse me huh!
Joyce: chrrrr!
Him: on the other hand this noise of kehla you stop!
Joyce: Does that bother you?
Him: Absolutely.
Joyce: Alright, I won't stop!
Him: wow! Heads up there!
Joyce: and proud!
10:35 a.m.
We sit on the chairs and the seminar begins. The seminar is entirely in English. There were many other businesses.
A gentleman: we are here today for a seminar whose main purpose is the acquisition of new car models….
After 5 hours we finally leave the room. During the first week we did only that Mr Khane and me. Work – hotel, Hotel-work.
Saturday June 28, 201*, 9:04 p.m., hotel lobby.
It is now that my bet with Mr Khane begins. Every Saturday there is a party at the hotel and I can tell you that it is full of bg. Let the hunt begin !
I had already warned Mr Khane to keep an eye on me because tonight I will not be inactive. Speaking of him, tonight he's gorgeous. He wears black jeans, a white shirt, a black bow tie and black Stan Smiths. And he catches the eye of more than one woman.
Me ? Oh well, I put on a long white tight dress and a pair of white Louboutins too. For once I let go of my tuft of hair and put on lipstick.
I find myself sitting on a chair at the bar. A mocktail in the hands. A large young man walks towards me. He seems super sure of himself.
Him: hey, shawty.
Joyce: hey!
He asks me to give him a dance. What I accept. Mr. Khane never took his eyes off me. After the dance, I ask her to do me a favor.
Joyce: Can you give me a kiss please?
Him: on your lips?
Joyce: yes, a problem?
Him: no problem
Tonight I got 4 kisses. And it's only just started. Warning ! This bet doesn't make me a whore!
Continued in the next part!
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