Meeting Request
Josh began his morning with a run through the quiet streets of Sandton. The sun wasn’t up yet, the city not yet awake. Steam rose through the drainage systems, air conditioning vents laboured mechanically, while a lonely vehicle hummed in the distance. He ran up Rivonia Road, past the train station towards the upper-class hotels. He remembered the day when he’d had his first interview in Sandton at a large law firm. He was still in his second year at university in Pretoria. The large firms always recruited their candidates two and even three years before finishing law school. It was the first time he’d travelled by train and also the first time he’d been to Sandton, the richest square mile in Africa. It was the closest he would get to the apartment in New York he’d often t
