Dubai, Dubai?

From The Everywhere Girl Diaries – a work of fiction

Second week of February, year one

Dear Diary,

Mr. Mallard called yesterday and is very happy with my reports on the businesses on Rainbow Rd. I didn’t think that the information was very important or valuable, but he continues to tell me that I have the ability to notice things that others don’t.

But telling me how wonderful I am isn’t the main reason he called.  He called to ask me if I wanted to go to Dubai.

I really do know where Dubai is, but I thought he might be talking about a lesser known one – say in Kansas.

Me: Dubai, Dubai?

Him (laughing): Yes, Dubai, Dubai. You never know what’s going to come up in our line of work and I want you to start doing some things that are outside your comfort zone.

Me: Well, that makes sense, but couldn’t I be uncomfortable closer to home?

Him (again laughing): I suppose you could, but it’s just that I have a free ticket.

Me (hesitating): So, what will I do there?

Him: Oh, I don’t know – have a cup of coffee, buy a newspaper, whatever. You’ll only be there a few hours. You won’t even leave the airport. And, don’t worry.  I’ll be there too to make sure you’re safe.  You just won’t see me.

I leave on Saturday and come back on Monday.  Wow, that’s like really soon.  Busty is the only one I’m telling.