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The Three-Day Pass
Chapter 29

By Joystick

End of Chapter 28

When they returned to the estate Fazzi called over his cook and housekeeper and told her what he wanted done. “Do you think he can do it? Ask him to have it done before I leave for Syria next week. I will pay him extra for such short notice.”

“I'm sure he can do it.” She said and took the watch.

Chapter 29

“Are you leaving next week?” Asked the cook. “I thought it was in two weeks.”

“Of course it is in two weeks, but I want to have the watch repaired and in my possession before then.” Fazzi told her. “If he thinks I'm leaving in two weeks, he just may take too much time to do it and I'll be without a good time piece. Besides, with all I have to do in the next few weeks, I will need the watch to keep me on schedule. Has Allie called today?”

“Only about 3 times. He said you were to contact him when you got in. He said he just wanted to check on how things went at the bazaar.”

“Thank you Summaya. I will be in the library I do not wish to be disturbed. I have a lot of bills to go over. This little party we have thrown today has cost me a small fortune. That cafe owner makes Ali Baba and his forty thieves look like small time thieves!” Fazzi said as he went into his library and locked the door behind him. Seating himself at his desk and unlocking the bottom desk draw, he removed his concealed secure phone and dialed Allie's phone number.

Allie's sleepy voice answered, “Good morning Fazzi. How did the bazaar go?”

“It is evening here Allie. The bazaar, thanks to you, went very well. You did one hell of a job in Iraq. Ibrahim said you were his savior, his knight in shinning armor. Now, tell me, how are you doing on our other project?”

“There are a few people that I am having problems with but most will be glad to meet with you. Our friend in Afghanistan is having a problem and doesn't think he can make it, but he will send his son and said he has full authority to act for him.”

“Not good enough, but for now in his case, I will allow it. You must make him aware that this is a one-time forgiveness. Next time I will not be so understanding. Between you and I his days as a leader are coming to an end. He has to realize that he is no longer in