He had not had courage when he needed it. He could not pay her tuition because he had made a series of foolish decisions in his life. He did not have the money to pay her tuition for the fall. He thought of his daughter Kit, who was in college, a very good and expensive college. But instead he had spent four hours in bed not sleeping. If Abdullah was impressed, he would award the IT contract for the entire city to Reliant, and Alan’s commission, in the mid-six figures, would fix everything that ailed him. There he and his team would set up a holographic teleconference system and would wait to present it to King Abdullah himself. He had to travel an hour north at seven for an eight o’clock arrival at the King Abdullah Economic City. With a click, Alan entered his room at the Hilton at 1:12 a.m. A man picked him up at the airport and drove him to the Hilton. But instead he got on his flight and he flew to Riyadh and then to Jeddah. If he had courage he would have found a way to spend more time with her. Not that far away from his home in suburban Boston.
Alan liked her more than many of the people in his life, people he saw every day. She was tall, curvy, with tiny gold earrings.
They sat next to each other while they waited for their flights. He had spent two days on planes to get there. ALAN CLAY WOKE up in Jeddah, Saudi Arabia.
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