This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold
or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person,
please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did
not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to
Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work
of this author.
This is a work of fiction. The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarities to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
Zoleka walked slowly into the grocery shop, and looked about. It was big, well stocked, and busy. She nodded, the owner was obviously doing very well for himself. The shop doors closed, and a voice on the intercom encouraged customers to finish up, as the store was closed. Zoleka approached the manager's office.
“Excuse me, no one is allowed there,” said a security guard.
“I'm here to see Mr Toms,” said Zoleka.
“He doesn't see anyone without an appointment.”
“He'll see me. Tell him Mrs Toms is here.”
“Toms, Toms, Chinedu Toms, your wife is here,” shouted Zoleka.
One of the security guards made to escort her out of the building, she struggled and kept shouting that Mrs Toms was there to see Mr Toms. A second security guard took hold of one of her arms, while the first held her other arm, then they lifted her and started for the door.