The day of the launch finally arrived. Suhaira had asked for the afternoon off so that she could get her hair and nails done, but no chance. Mr Vance wanted her at the venue to check the set up. Suhaira had protested that Ruby would do a spectacular job with her eyes closed but he had been firm. It seemed like he wasn’t taking any chances with their biggest client. She arrived at the launch venue, a luxurious hotel in Dodoma’s city centre, annoyed at the unnecessary waste of her time. Thank goodness she had picked up the dress and shoes from Maria the previous evening! Suhaira was directed to the ballroom and flung open the heavy mahogany doors, still cursing Mr Vance under her breath. Instead of the flurry of chaos she was expecting to encounter as part of the set-up, the room was already beautifully arranged. Swatches of black and white satin dominated the room, with matching cocktail tables. The flower arrangements were stunning: white roses on some tables and blooms that had b
The crowd in the ballroom had increased substantially in the short time that she had been away. The room was now filled to capacity and strains of music enhanced the lively atmosphere. Suhaira spotted David as soon as she walked in; he stood head and shoulders above most of the crowd and his rich laughter rang out across the room.There was a tall, skinny as a stick insect woman standing at his side as he held court with a group of well-dressed people. Just when I thought that this night can’t get worse, Suhaira thought as she took another deep breath, ready to face her old nemesis. Cecilia, David’s sister. A woman who hated her simply because she thought that Suhaira was not wealthy enough and therefore not worthy enough to associate with her and her ilk. Suhaira remembered how instrumental Cecilia had been in her break up with David three years ago.Before she could change direction, David turned around and looked at her.
Thank goodness today is a Saturday!This was Suhaira’s first thought as she woke up the next morning. She could not face her lying boss and colleague so soon. Would Mr Vance expect her to leave immediately or would he wait until the end of the month to fire her? Knowing him, he would choose the most painful, humiliating way of sacking her.Suhaira pondered the situation. Amidst the detritus, one thing was clear: She needed to start earning an income soon! But first, she needed to talk. Taking a deep breath, she picked up Grace’s phone and dialled the only person that she knew she could trust;“I need you to come over,” she said.“I’ll be there in twenty minutes,” Zafeera replied.“So,” Zafeera said, putting her hands on her hips and glaring at Suhaira when she had told her the whole story, once they wer
A few hours later, she found herself sitting across a huge desk from Chief Al. Framed pictures of fancy buildings and houses covered the walls. “So I need someone to do the sales and marketing for Coral Palms at the actual site,” he said, “Do you think you are up to it?”“Would that mean that I would have to stay at the coast?” she asked. She felt a pang of uncertainty, what would her mother say?Chief Al’s belly wobbled as he chuckled, “Well it would be a very long commute to travel back to Dodoma every evening.”Suhaira could have kicked herself for coming up with such an asinine comment. This was a God sent opportunity, she’d better not mess it up. She squared her shoulders. “I would love to do it and I am sure you will be very happy with me.”“Good,” Chief Al shook her hand, “You can start tomorrow.”“Tomorrow?” “Yes of course. Didn’t you say that you were available immediately?She nodded mutely, her stomach clenching at the thought of things moving so swiftly. Oblivious to her
The next few weeks passed blissfully. She loved showing clients the property. The time spent waiting between appointments for clients was tediously boring but she passed the hours as best as she could. She had already worked her way through the ‘library’ of romance novels that had been left behind by guests. Suhaira thought it was such a pity that she wasn’t allowed to use the facilities at the resort, as those privileges were reserved for management only. Although she hadn’t swum since school, she would have loved to take a dip in the sparkling pool in the evenings. Suhaira made a mental note to wait a while and pluck up the courage to ask Chief Al for permission. After I make a few more sales, maybe.Early one morning, the phone in her unit woke her with its incessant ringing. It was Kabir the manager. “It’s the boss, Suhaira. He is flying down with some guests today.”She tried to blink away
That night, the heat was particularly oppressive in her airless room. So when there was a knock at her door at around midnight, she was still wide awake.“Who is it?” she called out.“It’s Zahir.”She belatedly recognized his voice, “What do you want?”“The boss wants to see you?”Beth had told her she was to be on call at all hours, but this was ridiculous! She scrambled out of bed and groped for the switch of the single overhead bulb.“He is waiting for you in the show apartment,” Zahir said, as Suhaira came out after hastily putting on some clothes.As she walked to the apartment, she wondered what was going on. What on earth did Chief Al need at this time? The front door was open and she could hear the sound of voices coming from the balcon
The next morning, Suhaira woke up with a surge of happiness written all-over her face, she couldn't resist the urge to tell Zafira the whole story. She picked her phone and dialed Zafira’s number. She was impatient on hearing the phone rang, “Hello” a deep voice answer, she briefly gazed at the number whether she dialed it wrong, “Heyy, Suhaira” a voice in excitement spoke. She could recognize her friend's voice, Zafira “who picked the phone” Suhaira asked. “It's my husband, Ahmed. He's finally home and wouldn't leave again” couldn't hide the excitement in her voice. “I’m happy for you” Suhaira said The two ladies continued talking over the phone expressing their feeling and narrating what happened when they're away. THE END
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The next morning, Suhaira woke up with a surge of happiness written all-over her face, she couldn't resist the urge to tell Zafira the whole story. She picked her phone and dialed Zafira’s number. She was impatient on hearing the phone rang, “Hello” a deep voice answer, she briefly gazed at the number whether she dialed it wrong, “Heyy, Suhaira” a voice in excitement spoke. She could recognize her friend's voice, Zafira “who picked the phone” Suhaira asked. “It's my husband, Ahmed. He's finally home and wouldn't leave again” couldn't hide the excitement in her voice. “I’m happy for you” Suhaira said The two ladies continued talking over the phone expressing their feeling and narrating what happened when they're away. THE END
That night, the heat was particularly oppressive in her airless room. So when there was a knock at her door at around midnight, she was still wide awake.“Who is it?” she called out.“It’s Zahir.”She belatedly recognized his voice, “What do you want?”“The boss wants to see you?”Beth had told her she was to be on call at all hours, but this was ridiculous! She scrambled out of bed and groped for the switch of the single overhead bulb.“He is waiting for you in the show apartment,” Zahir said, as Suhaira came out after hastily putting on some clothes.As she walked to the apartment, she wondered what was going on. What on earth did Chief Al need at this time? The front door was open and she could hear the sound of voices coming from the balcon
The next few weeks passed blissfully. She loved showing clients the property. The time spent waiting between appointments for clients was tediously boring but she passed the hours as best as she could. She had already worked her way through the ‘library’ of romance novels that had been left behind by guests. Suhaira thought it was such a pity that she wasn’t allowed to use the facilities at the resort, as those privileges were reserved for management only. Although she hadn’t swum since school, she would have loved to take a dip in the sparkling pool in the evenings. Suhaira made a mental note to wait a while and pluck up the courage to ask Chief Al for permission. After I make a few more sales, maybe.Early one morning, the phone in her unit woke her with its incessant ringing. It was Kabir the manager. “It’s the boss, Suhaira. He is flying down with some guests today.”She tried to blink away
A few hours later, she found herself sitting across a huge desk from Chief Al. Framed pictures of fancy buildings and houses covered the walls. “So I need someone to do the sales and marketing for Coral Palms at the actual site,” he said, “Do you think you are up to it?”“Would that mean that I would have to stay at the coast?” she asked. She felt a pang of uncertainty, what would her mother say?Chief Al’s belly wobbled as he chuckled, “Well it would be a very long commute to travel back to Dodoma every evening.”Suhaira could have kicked herself for coming up with such an asinine comment. This was a God sent opportunity, she’d better not mess it up. She squared her shoulders. “I would love to do it and I am sure you will be very happy with me.”“Good,” Chief Al shook her hand, “You can start tomorrow.”“Tomorrow?” “Yes of course. Didn’t you say that you were available immediately?She nodded mutely, her stomach clenching at the thought of things moving so swiftly. Oblivious to her
Thank goodness today is a Saturday!This was Suhaira’s first thought as she woke up the next morning. She could not face her lying boss and colleague so soon. Would Mr Vance expect her to leave immediately or would he wait until the end of the month to fire her? Knowing him, he would choose the most painful, humiliating way of sacking her.Suhaira pondered the situation. Amidst the detritus, one thing was clear: She needed to start earning an income soon! But first, she needed to talk. Taking a deep breath, she picked up Grace’s phone and dialled the only person that she knew she could trust;“I need you to come over,” she said.“I’ll be there in twenty minutes,” Zafeera replied.“So,” Zafeera said, putting her hands on her hips and glaring at Suhaira when she had told her the whole story, once they wer
The crowd in the ballroom had increased substantially in the short time that she had been away. The room was now filled to capacity and strains of music enhanced the lively atmosphere. Suhaira spotted David as soon as she walked in; he stood head and shoulders above most of the crowd and his rich laughter rang out across the room.There was a tall, skinny as a stick insect woman standing at his side as he held court with a group of well-dressed people. Just when I thought that this night can’t get worse, Suhaira thought as she took another deep breath, ready to face her old nemesis. Cecilia, David’s sister. A woman who hated her simply because she thought that Suhaira was not wealthy enough and therefore not worthy enough to associate with her and her ilk. Suhaira remembered how instrumental Cecilia had been in her break up with David three years ago.Before she could change direction, David turned around and looked at her.
The day of the launch finally arrived. Suhaira had asked for the afternoon off so that she could get her hair and nails done, but no chance. Mr Vance wanted her at the venue to check the set up. Suhaira had protested that Ruby would do a spectacular job with her eyes closed but he had been firm. It seemed like he wasn’t taking any chances with their biggest client. She arrived at the launch venue, a luxurious hotel in Dodoma’s city centre, annoyed at the unnecessary waste of her time. Thank goodness she had picked up the dress and shoes from Maria the previous evening! Suhaira was directed to the ballroom and flung open the heavy mahogany doors, still cursing Mr Vance under her breath. Instead of the flurry of chaos she was expecting to encounter as part of the set-up, the room was already beautifully arranged. Swatches of black and white satin dominated the room, with matching cocktail tables. The flower arrangements were stunning: white roses on some tables and blooms that had b
“Suhaira, you look gorgeous! But then, you always do.”“Thanks, David,” Suhaira replied, feigning nonchalance as she stepped into David’s Rolls Royce and settled on the leather seat. He had some soft music on the radio. Suhaira could not believe she was actually going through with this. Another meeting with David was the last thing she needed to cap off an already complicated week. But she had promised him, and she knew she had to put this chapter to bed. “All set?” he grinned as he shut the door behind her. As he did, another tantalising whiff of his fragrance dealt a blow to her forced calm. She put on a pair of sunglasses and looked ahead, avoiding his gaze. David had texted her the night before to say that he was taking her to a special place, but he wouldn’t tell her where. This was supposed to be a surprise but she had a very good idea where they were headed. Sure enough, they cruised down turned off at the Tanzania Wildlife Service signboard into the Dodoma National Park.
Black and white!” Ruby was firm, “It will give you a stylish and elegant atmosphere.” “But our company colours are green and yellow,” Suhaira protested, already anticipating Mr Vance’s objections to the decor at their launch. For all she knew, he could use that as an excuse to sack her. Their stylish Corporate Party Planner shuddered dramatically. “I’ll just pretend I didn’t hear that,” she said, “Now let’s talk about food. I’m thinking canapes with a Tanzanian twist.” Ruby kept Suhaira on her toes the whole morning as they went through each detail for the Bazaar Abodes launch. Somehow, Suhaira had found herself landed with the entire responsibility of running and organizing the launch party, which had meant an overload of work. Suhaira welcomed the distraction as it kept her mind off David and Jack. It was almost lunchtime when Ruby finally closed her striped file with a bang. “I think we have made good progress,” she said, “Now let’s go and reward ourselves with an expensive l