Regional Footprint

"Thank you for coming, Elizabeth," Nasir said suavely, reaching down to gently stroke the nape of the neck of the niqab-clad pleasure girl beside him. Elizabeth vaguely remembered the girl -- Britney -- a former Beta Beta Chi member who'd won the lottery of bulls. It was a nice flex, Elizabeth realized, a blush touching her cheeks as Britney audibly sighed, a slight tinge of a moan in her voice.

"Of course, Mr. Al-Assaf," Elizabeth said, her voice smooth as butter to her patron.

"We have decided to endorse your plan," Nasir said. Elizabeth's heart fluttered.

"So we're going regional?" she asked, her voice betraying her with excitement. Nasir smiled toothily and Elizabeth suppressed the desire to cheer and clap. This ... this was legacy. This was a demarcation point for her and Yusuuf. This was her ticket to the heart of Africa ticking inside her and her husband.

"I am pleased to hear that," Elizabeth said, bowing her head submissively.