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Aurora A few days later, I’m attending a double charity dinner organised by Layla’s local mosque and a church for orphaned children’s associations. We do this annually. Layla and I help her mother and their neighbours cook, and then we try to invite as many rich people as possible. Meaning, many of our clients. Some appear, some send cheques, and others ignore us altogether. It doesn’t stop us from trying, though. We still send invitations to our contact list every year and try to retarget them. It’s the one time I’m not ashamed to spam. If someone has given me their business card, they should expect an invitation for this. The hall we rented for the event is big enough to fit not only our invitees, but also the orphaned children, their support, and the associations who will benefit from the money we’ll raise tonight. The priest is talking about the importance of giving. The imam spoke earlier about how vulnerable children are and how much they need our support. Layla and I are at the