CHAPTER 4The picture on the wall was a very simple one: a woman wearing a large stylish hat with the sun setting behind her. It was one of those cheap artworks, an imitation perhaps, but it served its purpose in that office: it made the walls come alive. Lara had been staring at the picture where it hung facing her. Now, she shifted her gaze to other aspects of her surroundings.
She allowed herself to imagine how much it had cost Kingsley to decorate the space. She finally settled on a figure.
“Not less than two hundred thousand naira,” she concluded in a soft voice. Maybe I’ll ask him to confirm it, she thought to herself. But seconds later, she changed her mind. No, I don’t want him to think it’s only money I have on my mind.
“Two hundred thousand naira for what?” asked Kingsley as he
