Starting Over In A New Place [FICTOID]

“Dubai is no the end of the world,” the real estate agent told the elegant heiress in the large charcoal fedora.  “it has many pleasures and amenities -- “

“Does it have bars?”

“Well, coffee house and restaurants -- “

“Listen,” said the heiress, “put your sales pitch on mute.  I like bars.  I like going out and drinking with my friends.  Dubai is an Islamic country.  It doesn’t have bars and I don’t have my friends.”

“You could always befriend new people -- “

“Everybody in Dubai is obsessed with making money.  Listening to that kind of talk all day grates on my nerves.”

“Forgive me for pointing this out, but you yourself are wealthy.”

“I inherited it, every penny of it,” the heiress said, flipping a lavender cigarette out of a sienna case.  “And I want to spend it all, drive my dear old granddaddy nuts, wherever he may be.”

“Perhaps if you had not burned your bridges behind you…”

A twinge of regret passed over the heiress’ face.  “Touché’,” she said.  “But I can’t stay here -- I couldn’t stand being exiled without alcohol.”

“Well, you can always do what other expats in Dubai do.”

The heiress arched an eyebrow in curiosity.

“Run your own still,” the real estate agent said.

A smile broke across the heiress’ face.  “Now you’re talking,” she said.

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