It was a bright morning when Carrie awoke in a large four poster bed. She was sleeping on fresh white linen in a king sized bedroom. She peered out of the bed and found her black heeled leather boots on the polished mahogany floor by the bed. She pushed back the duvet and noticed she was fully dressed in the charcoal grey trouser suit and low cut silk blouse from the previous day.
Unsteady on her feet, Carrie was unable to slip on her heeled boots. She scrambled out of the lavish bed and onto the copious terrace that surrounded large manicured, well maintained gardens with white sinuous frills. There were colourful, flowering shrubs and trees at the borders of the extensive grounds.
On the decorated terrace were two impassive guards in suits staring towards the perimeter. As Carrie took in her surroundings, Khan walked up to her in his well pressed military uniform. How did he do that; polite, immaculately dressed and never a hair out of place?
"How are you feeling," he asked.
Carrie stumbled onto an arm chair and was holding on to it for support, he offered her a hand.
"I'm fine," Carrie replied perfunctorily ignoring his extended hand. The independent woman comfortable issuing commands was back.
Khan smiled looked her up and down, "You do look better than you did. You were in quite a state last night."
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