AT THE POSITIVE Message from Kawood gallery, Zee’s face broke into a smile.
“What?” Glory asked.
“I need to celebrate.”
“Celebrate what?”
“My job placement. I am now a staff of Kawood gallery.”
“Good for you. I cannot wait to see how that turns out,” he replied, indifferent.
“What a killjoy.”
Without another word, Glory started the car. “Where to?” He asked.
“Please take me to any joint where I can get some ice cream. I will consume it at home.” Zee did not want to waste too much time outside, in case Michael called again. She reckoned that the longer she stayed outside, the higher the risk of being found out.
After a five-minute drive through the city, Zee strode into a cafeteria with Glory behind her. He took a seat, his eyes, observing the busy room- people buying, sitting, ea
