Receptionist

It is February 2017. The snow is fallling in Manhattan. I am in Bryant Park. Sitting and reading a book on a Saturday afternoon. I work for the United Nations. I am a receptionist in the building. This is a story how some corrupt politicians use money from forced prostitution to give free foods to Nepal and some African countries. Some of those corrupt politicians rape young forced prostitutes. These politicians are from Western Europe and Arabia. Some of the corrupt politicians are Americans in Washington DC. My name is Zahra. My friend comes. He sits on the bench and gives me a yellow envelope. I look at the papers. Names of politicians in Western Europe, Arabia and Washington DC. Evidence of them at parties in Philadephia, Berlin and Abu Dhabi where forced prostitutes are. Pictures of them. I talk to my friend Jeff. We walk out of Bryant Park. I take the yellow enevelope. I take the taxi to my apartment in Manhattan. I share a two bedroom apartment with a friend. I drink some Morrocan tea. The Dutch Ambassador is one of the important politicians in the papers. My friend Jeff is a spy. We are going to Abu Dhabi next week. I am eating breakfast at a restaurant in Abu Dhabi. It is an Arab breakfast. I drink some hot tea. Jeff is in Abu Dhabi with me. I leave the restaurant. A car blows up about a block from the restaurant. It is evening and I am in the garden of a mansion in Abu Dhabi. Some politicians are at the party. I am wearing a light pink evening dress. The waiters have cranberry juice and apple cider. I see some young women dressed in party dresses. There are about 10 of them. I see the Dutch Ambassador. The owner of the mansion is an Arab politician. The women in party dresses are forced prostitutes. I talk to the Dutch Ambassador. I leave the mansion with Jeff and go to my hotel after the party. I am in the UN building on a Monday afternoon. Jeff comes in with an envelope and a bag full of video tapes and a voice thing. He tells me to give the things to the Secretary General. I tell him I will give the things to the Secretary General. I am in my apartment in April 2017. It is raining outside. I drink some tea. I sit on the sofa and watch TV. The news shows the Dutch Ambassdor in jail for harming forced prostitutes. Jeff calls me on the phone. He tells me the Dutch Ambassador took about $850000 money from forced prostitutes to pay money for UN rice in Nepal and Kenya.

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