Chapter Twenty-eight

Donald waited until he was sure he had settled in his office.

He stepped in at the right time. No client was on his desk and his colleagues were not around, Emelda included.

On entering his office, he looked around and saw three portraits. They were unknown to him but he was sure they were public speakers, famous for their achievements in the media industry.

He was nodding and pacing around. And yet hadn’t uttered a word. Obinna was speechless and somewhat scared; there was some vibration in his heart. What was he doing?

“Please, how may I help you?” he began. He would blame the gatekeeper for allowing him entrance. Didn’t he see how rugged he was dressed?

Some musicians dressed like that, anyway, Obinna would have said, afterthought. As numerous of them had trooped in to place an advert for their songs on the radio.

Don removed his eyeglasses and sat down without being asked to.

“Leave her alone before you get into trouble,” he said in a very low voice.

“Who are you?”

“I won’t re