Dave opened the evening with a piano. He gave a soft music to welcome the guests and calm them down. “Your son is great,” said Mr Jenner. “Thank you,” Dion. He was sitting at a table with a few more people, one being his father and right by his side was Emilia. Mrs Jones was there as well, at that table. She loved seeing her daughter on Dion like that. She was glad that Dion did not push her off. She thought there was progress. Applause went as soon as Dave gave a bow. He went and sat at a table with Vincent and a few of Vincent’s friends. Michael was happy to have been invited by Vincent. Sphesihle too felt privileged to be around. Gift was fortunate to have been brought by his father who held a contract with ITSU—his father had every right to be there. “You keep amazing me, Dave.” “Thanks, Vincent.” “That was amazing, kid,” Michael cheered. “I practise all the time.” Gift sat at that table too. He was grounded that night. His mind was a bit chaotic—a mix of family issues and

……………..in Dion’s office…………….. “And Fortunate, please tell Philip Moore to send me the draft! God, how did I trust him with it?”“Yes, sir.”“Also, get my designer to prepare for me the best suit, I am going to wear it when I am meeting with Mrs Wong and her associates for the deal. She loves good things. Speaking of good things, get Liam to get me a present for her. I trust Liam’s taste. God, I’m so nervous.”“And there is nothing to be nervous about, sir.”“Are you kidding me? I am going in three days. This trip will either seal the deal or kill the deal. My life depends on it.”The PA laughed, “No, silly. Your life is well off either way.”“Oh, I guess so.”A silence.“Hey,” she was concerned. “What’s the matter

Thabo wanted to know what they’d all be having for breakfast. He loved making breakfast for his parents.“We can have anything you want, dear,” the mother decided to break the silence. “In fact, let us have anything Mpumi wants.”“Great idea,” said the father. “Mpumi, my child, go on to the kitchen. Tell him what you want. Show him how it is done.”However, Mpumi would not move, such that the mother had to get up and start shoving her towards Thabo, “Go on, my dear,” who would then led way to the kitchen.When both the youngsters were gone, the old man and woman were left alone. “She does not see him in the same light,” worriedly said the father.And the mother responded, “She will learn to.”Meanwhile, Thabo and Mpumi had begun with breakfast. Mpumi was showing him something she learnt from staying with Sam—boiling an egg, squeezing into it some

The mention of Dion always made Thabo feel incompetent. It wasn’t always like this for Thabo until, of course, he found himself entangled with same woman Dion wanted.“Honestly, I don’t have time for this.” Thabo turned to walk back into his living room—leaving Mpumi still at the balcony. And he turned back to her, to question her, “Why did you walk away from his call? Isn’t that what you want? Him?”“Is that why you disappeared?”“You took my car!”“Call a taxi!” Mpumi could easily tell that Thabo was trying to push the blame onto her and she was not having it. “You have taxi numbers in your phone! But no. You had to vanish.”She continued to reprimand him, “Here you are, in some fancy hotel, topless and flirting with a staff. And a whole glass of wine in your hand. You had not only your mom and dad worried, but Sam too and a whole lot of your oth

The next morning, they woke up in the same bed, his bare chest on her cold back and his arm over her waist. “What you, um,” he pulled the blanket over her neck, “said last night...” He continued, “Did you meant it?”A silence.“Do you remember what it was that you said?”She turned to him, “You and I are official now, if that’s okay with you.”“Are you kidding me?” he chuckled. He was happy, “I’ve been rooting for us since day one!”Her phone rang. She reached into her jeans on the floor and pulled it out. It was Sam calling, “Where are you?” She seemed heated.“What? Why?”“I’m out here. We’re all out here!”Mpumi immediately jumped, “Ow shucks!” She rolled all the blanket to herself as she stood from the bed, “I wil