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20 | N. PAUL ONUZURUIKE
Outside, he spots his Uber ride; briskly he walks to the dark-color sedan. He
opens the front passenger door, “good morning,” he utters to the driver as he takes
his seat.
“Good morning, Mr. Thomas.”
“Please, you may call me, Al. Hope I didn’t keep you waiting long,” as he sits
his laptop case and straps the seat belt.
“No, Alonzo. Perfect timing, just made it here.”
“Fabulous. You have the address --“
“Yes, I do. By the way, I’m Suleiman,” he adds before he cranks the ignition to
the sedan.
Alpharetta, Georgia
McDANIEL FAMILY FOUNDATION
At 09:33 Hours, Suleiman pulls to a stop under the porte-cochère -- roofed
structure that extends from the main entrance of McDaniel Family Foundation
building -- sheltering persons getting in or out of vehicles. Alonzo slips him a Lincoln
note, grabs his laptop case, and steps out of the sedan.
“Thank you, Alonzo.”
“Call around 3 o'clock. I may need a ride back to the Dealership,” he closes the
passenger door, and walks away toward the Foundation building.
