CHAPTER NINE

A few hours later, she found herself sitting across a huge desk from Chief Al. Framed pictures of fancy buildings and houses covered the walls.

“So I need someone to do the sales and marketing for Coral Palms at the actual site,” he said, “Do you think you are up to it?”

“Would that mean that I would have to stay at the coast?” she asked. She felt a pang of uncertainty, what would her mother say?

Chief Al’s belly wobbled as he chuckled, “Well it would be a very long commute to travel back to Dodoma every evening.”

Suhaira could have kicked herself for coming up with such an asinine comment. This was a God sent opportunity, she’d better not mess it up. She squared her shoulders. “I would love to do it and I am sure you will be very happy with me.”

“Good,” Chief Al shook her hand, “You can start tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?”

“Yes of course. Didn’t you say that you were available immediately?

She nodded mutely, her stomach clenching at the thought of things moving so swiftly. Oblivious to her