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Dodoma, 3 Years Earlier“Suhaira, you have to calm down, you look great!” Zafeera spoke with great authority from the bed. Suhaira looked at her best friend with some exasperation. Newly engaged, she didn’t have to worry. After all, her marriage to Irfan had been on the cards for years. “I have to look good. David is probably used to seeing really hot girls in London.” Suhaira smoothed her blue top, remembering that blue was David’s favourite colour on her. She peered into the mirror for the umpteenth time and pushed her glasses up onto her nose as she surveyed her reflection critically. “You’re sure I look great?” she asked Zafeera, who rolled her eyes theatrically. “My Suhaira. You look great as always. You really need to relax!” For some reason, Zafeera didn’t seem too excited. “Do you imagine that he has changed?” Suhaira asked, picking up the black leather watch she had bought David as a welcome-back present. It had cost her a bomb, but she didn’t care. I’m going to be seei

Black and white!” Ruby was firm, “It will give you a stylish and elegant atmosphere.” “But our company colours are green and yellow,” Suhaira protested, already anticipating Mr Vance’s objections to the decor at their launch. For all she knew, he could use that as an excuse to sack her. Their stylish Corporate Party Planner shuddered dramatically. “I’ll just pretend I didn’t hear that,” she said, “Now let’s talk about food. I’m thinking canapes with a Tanzanian twist.” Ruby kept Suhaira on her toes the whole morning as they went through each detail for the Bazaar Abodes launch. Somehow, Suhaira had found herself landed with the entire responsibility of running and organizing the launch party, which had meant an overload of work. Suhaira welcomed the distraction as it kept her mind off David and Jack. It was almost lunchtime when Ruby finally closed her striped file with a bang. “I think we have made good progress,” she said, “Now let’s go and reward ourselves with an expensive l

The day of the launch finally arrived. Suhaira had asked for the afternoon off so that she could get her hair and nails done, but no chance. Mr Vance wanted her at the venue to check the set up. Suhaira had protested that Ruby would do a spectacular job with her eyes closed but he had been firm. It seemed like he wasn’t taking any chances with their biggest client. She arrived at the launch venue, a luxurious hotel in Dodoma’s city centre, annoyed at the unnecessary waste of her time. Thank goodness she had picked up the dress and shoes from Maria the previous evening! Suhaira was directed to the ballroom and flung open the heavy mahogany doors, still cursing Mr Vance under her breath. Instead of the flurry of chaos she was expecting to encounter as part of the set-up, the room was already beautifully arranged. Swatches of black and white satin dominated the room, with matching cocktail tables. The flower arrangements were stunning: white roses on some tables and blooms that had b

Thank goodness today is a Saturday!  This was Suhaira’s first thought as she woke up the next morning. She could not face her lying boss and colleague so soon. Would Mr Vance expect her to leave immediately or would he wait until the end of the month to fire her? Knowing him, he would choose the most painful, humiliating way of sacking her. Suhaira pondered the situation. Amidst the detritus, one thing was clear: She needed to start earning an income soon! But first, she needed to talk. Taking a deep breath, she picked up Grace’s phone and dialled the only person that she knew she could trust;  “I need you to come over,” she said.  “I’ll be there in twenty minutes,” Zafeera replied.  “So,” Zafeera said, putting her hands on her hips and glaring at Suhaira when she had told her the whole story, once they wer