“Good morning Sir!’ Shaba greeted and paused while Ben tried to recollect who she was.
He recognized her immediately but needed to play down the excitement bubbling inside of him. It was one of those things playboys do. You may call it the men’s sporting idea of making their preys say why they are troubling them. Women of Shaba’s caliber and standing experience understood that kind of theatrical.
“You remember me...? At the launching on Saturday.” She said, almost beginning to feel bad with her hands thrown behind her, and swinging her body as a child singing before a crowd would do.
“Of course I do remember. You know, today is such a busy day but I’m stilling thinking whether I have business engagement with anyone now?”
This annoyed Shaba. From where she was, a scornful look jumped in
