Almost an hour later, Amber had retrieved her luggage and passed through customs, and was wheeling her suitcase towards the taxi stand, already anticipating a shower.
"Miss Amber, you're going to the taxi?" She turned and saw the man from the flight. "Miss Amber, it is a good way to get to the white slavery market." She prepared to tell him off when he motioned to a limousine. "Miss Amber, would you care for a ride?"
She thought about it, and glanced back at the leering cab driver waiting to receive her. "Well, alright," she relented. She followed him over to the limo, where the driver bowed deeply before putting their luggage in the trunk.
The man held the car door open for her, then followed her into the back seat. "My name is Morris Bossongo, and welcome to my country."
Amber shot him a disbelieving look. "Like, General Bossongo? The guy from the airport?"
Morris laughed. "No, my dear girl, that is my brother. He is the President of Uicocko. I am the Deputy Minister of Commerce, as well as a businessman of some success."
"Huh," Amber said, studying him carefully. He seemed to be telling the truth. "Does your brother know about this white slavery business?"
Morris laughed loudly. "Ah ha! I like you, Miss Amber. Have a drink." He poured her a chilled liquor from the onboard bar as the limousine crept through the city streets.
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