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With Victor’s legs entwined with mine in bed, I stared up at the ceiling, recanting my week, thankful for some free time at the weekend. I’d probably still study, but not so intensely as on weekdays.
The man hiding in shadows across the road from the previous night didn’t bother me much, and I decided to report that to Rania because I hated a panic with knee jerks here and there, resulting in less freedom for me.
“What do you typically do on Saturdays, Amy?”
“Shop, have lunch with a friend, shop some more, and enjoy putting my feet up with a bottle of wine and a nice take-out in the evening.”
“I can’t remember the last time I did any of those things.”
“Shall we do that today, Victor?”
“What about security?”
“Do our teams know each other?”
“Yes, they must, to avoid taking each other out.”
“Let them sort it then.”
“Okay.”
“I’ll message Rania.”
“Ask her to coordinate with Mike. It saves me calling him.”
I knew Rania lived somewhere in Victor’s home, and I felt guilty about not speaking to someone probably a few doors away. She responded to my message immediately, confirming arrangements would be made.
Victor saw me frowning at the phone.
“You have to let them do their job, Amy.”