Shaba Boss walked into her hotel room as soon as it was 8.30 p.m. She hid her devices and entered the bathroom for a cold bath. That would calm her intensely shattered nerves. On coming out, she saw Jack sitting on her bed. She could not greet him in stead she asked him to excuse her.
“Shut up you wreck! I am the owner of all the rooms and you cannot prevent me from entering any of them at any time I feel like it.”
“All right, but you can see I’m about to dress up.”
“What’s the matter with you? Have I not been playing with your body and now you’re kind of shy dressing up in my presence? That’s strange.”
What he said pierced through Shaba’s heart. Her type would never fight a man as to bring about an exchange of words. That she was hurt did not mean she had gained sanity in her thoughts
