Fatima found this laughable, only she couldn’t laugh, because people’s lives were at stake here.So after he’d threatened her, manipulated her, made her feel every ounce of fear and pressure he could muster, he still thought she’d willingly sit down and spend time with him like nothing had happened?“I’m sorry. I can’t,” she said calmly. She didn’t want to sound rude, he was who he was, after all.“Please. I really need to talk.”“I have to have lunch with my kids. I’m sorry.”“Okay, let’s do brunch then.” He said it quickly, almost eagerly.Fatima hesitated. She saw no other easy way out, so she had no choice but to accept. She reversed the car, asked where they should meet so she could head there now. It wasn’t lunchtime yet, around 11 a.m., and her kids usually ate between two and three, so she had time as long as she didn’t eat much and made sure she was back by one.She drove to the restaurant, the same one she’d come to twice already with Raphael. At the door she was escorted in
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