NINETEEN
Ike pulled out one thousand naira note from his wallet and tipped the bellboy who had brought their bags into the hotel suite.
“Thank you, sir,” the man said before walking out and shutting the door.
“I don’t know why you dragged me out here,” Gloria complained as she flounced onto the sofa.
Ignoring his fiancée’s complaint, he pulled his phone out of his back pocket and checked for messages. Seeing none, he placed the gadget on the table and sat in the armchair.
“I told you I had to come to Enugu for a meeting,” he said, trying not to let her whining bother him. He’d done the hard work of convincing her to come out here with him. The rest should be easy.
“Yeah. But I don’t need to be at your meeting.”
He reached across and covered her arm with his hand and softened his vo
