An Echoing Race.

Chapter Twelve.

#Chapter Twelve#

“You know I could get fired for doing this?”

“I won’t let that happen!”

We had been convincing, or more like begging, Salem to help us find Houda for the last five minutes and it seemed like he was only just relenting. Without giving him too much detail, we told him that Houda was mixed up with the wrong crowd and was in danger. 

He said that he would ‘get the job done’ alone, but me being me and Mira being Mira…well, we were both adamant on going with him.

“If you think we’re stubborn, believe me she is much worse. You’ll need our help.” Salem shifted his eyes to Mira and gazed at her, calculating and hesitant. 

“We’re taking too long! Salem, either we do this or not, what’s the decision?” I exclaimed hurriedly. 

“Please Salem?” Mira whispered, the water returning to her eyes. 

That did it.

“Fine!” he hissed, clenching his jaw. “But you’re going on my conditions and if you don’t follow every single one of my commands, I’m turning the car around. Understood?” We nodded our heads. “Good. I’m giving both of you exactly two minutes to disguise yourselves. I don’t care what you wear, just make sure you don’t look like you. I’m taking no risks. I’ll be bringing two other guards with me and you’ll both be wearing intercom ear pieces to stay in contact with us at all times.”

“Isn’t this a little much,” Mira whispered to me.

“I know, he’s crazy,” I joked.

Salem cleared his throat. “I’m right here ladies.” 

“We didn’t realise,” I said.

“Just hurry up and go get dressed before I change my mind,” he seethed, obviously unhappy that we had won the argument. 

We bolted up the stairs and once I was in my room, I threw a hooded jumper to Mira and pulled one over my head. I gave her a plain black scarf to change into, a colour I’d never seen on her before since she was always in the bright neon colours. I put my reading glasses on, knowing it would barely make a difference to my appearance anyway. 

“Man, niqab would’ve been so much easier right now,” Mira voiced and I laughed.

“Tell me about it. But can you imagine walking into a club wearing that.”

“True.” 

Frantically running around my room, we both added last touches to our outfit. I grabbed my phone and placed it in the pocket of the black skirt I had changed into. “Ready?” Mira nodded her head and we bounded back down the stairs, finding Salem and two other guards waiting for us in the foyer. They were all dressed in casual wear, also to keep up with appearances.