Naomi
The Osei Trust board's formal hearing into the network's operations was scheduled for a Monday in November, and Naomi arrived at the Ghanaian Trade Authority's Riverton offices twelve minutes early, which was not her usual practice. She was usually precisely on time — the product of twenty-two years of a household that treated lateness as a form of ingratitude and had overcorrected into an adult who considered punctuality a form of respect but not an anxious one. Twelve minutes early was something else. It was the admission that she'd been ready to leave forty minutes before the car arrived and had made herself wait because arriving too early would have felt like need, and she was not going to need this room.
She was going to inhabit it.
The hearing was not the trust board sessi
