Chapter One hundred and forty-six

Sally wished she had taken her mother’s offer and advice when she had recommended that she get a driver, but she had waved it off, saying her work was too flexible for that, but here she was, finding the drive back home from the office unbearably tiring.

She had had enough work at the office today and had even been invited to the police precinct by one of her rich, spoilt brat clients who had been caught vandalising government property because he was pissed about his phone.

He had reportedly smashed the phone with force into the windscreen of a police vehicle and, in anger and frustration, had hit the windscreen with a brick until it came apart. She would have sent one of the small fry to the office, but the client was the son of the former president, and he had broken the windscreen of one of the inspector generals of police who had vehemently displayed his hatred during the client’s father's regime.

She knew how the issue could quickly escalate and her client could be surrounded