CHRISTOF
I waited. That was the first anomaly of my morning. Tanisha was always punctual, too punctual sometimes. She appeared at the estate every weekday like a tax I couldn’t evade, notepad in hand, already talking before I’d finished my first coffee in the car. Our morning drives were strictly for efficiency. Briefings, schedules, updates delivered with the urgency of someone who understood that my time was worth more than hers.
So when she didn’t show, I noticed. I checked my watch several times, she was an hour late. If only she knew this was her last straw, her being late caused growing agitation under my skin. I convinced myself there had to be a reason. Traffic, a breakdown, or a major emergency. She didn’t strike me as reckless enough to simply not show up.
As the car rolled in
