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much!”
    “And tell your boss you fired me because I suggested we meet to sign my contract at the place of my convenience?” He sucked in air through his teeth. “I don’t think she’d like that.”
    “Bye!” she spat out furiously and hung up. She was done with this man’s attitude – she would rather eat sand than allow him kick her around like a soccer ball at his will! Who the hell did he think it he was? It was enough that she had been entrusted with the Herculean task of managing a major editorial project – she didn’t need any headaches from a photographer who wanted to give her orders.
    But, as she got dressed, her anger waned, and she began to wonder if she had done the right thing by firing him. He was right – Lauren wouldn’t be happy about it. In fact, she would be furious. Sighing, Mira picked up her phone. “Where is Coconut Beach?” she demanded, trying to hide her defeat.
    He didn’t taunt her, and she was grateful for that. “Just drive along the expressway and, when you get to the roundabout, call me. I’ll give you directions. Oh, and Mira?”
    “What?” She was getting impatient.
    “Dress warmly.”
    “What?”
    The line went dead.
    ***
    She got to Badagry at 10.45am – after spending an hour and three quarters on the expressway. Dominic directed her to a resort called La Greta, and for the umpteenth time that morning she considered turning back, but decided against it. She felt flustered to be taking orders from this man, and she was also upset that she couldn’t fire his dictating arse; with him being Lauren’s nephew, that seemed almost impossible. So she did the next best thing – she called Adeleye and told him where she was and why she would be coming in late. Holding her breath, she drove into the resort and parked in the small parking lot. It was a beautiful gated place with bamboo buildings, palm trees and abundant flowers and greenery. A small sculpture of an African child holding a basket of fruits stood at the entrance, with the sign ‘La Greta: Have a Taste of Africa’ in its hand. She loved it.
    She spotted Dominic as she got out – he was standing under one of the raffia canopies, talking to a waiter. He was more casual than before, dressed in a flimsy blue cotton shirt, khaki knee-length shorts and slippers. She waved, hoping her face relayed the crisp, businesslike look she was forcing on it. Because honestly, she didn’t really look businesslike. She was dressed in a tight black skirt that stopped high above her knees, a white tank top with a baby-blue woven cardigan designed for fashion not warmth, and strap-on sandals. Luckily she’d worn lots of jewellery to boost her confidence.
    When he saw her he waved her forward, dismissing the waiter. Now what? She walked towards him, the sun’s warmth pleasant on her skin. It was not hot enough to be sweltering and not chilly enough to be cold. But as she approached Dominic tiny sweat spots prickled her skin, and when she finally stood before him she wanted to flee back to the safety of her car. He looked taller than she had remembered, and Mira cursed herself inwardly for not wearing her three-inch heels that morning.
    He smiled at her. “Here you are! Thank God you didn’t get lost – I almost called Lagos Area Command to head out and—”
    She held up her hand. “Enough with the jokes … they are boring,” she said. Raising her chin to add some height, she continued. “So where are we discussing your contract, Mr Dominic?”
    “This way.” He turned and made his way further into the compound. Mira hesitated for a second, and then followed him. So what was she afraid of anyway … it wasn’t like the guy was going to sell her into slavery. Clutching her bag, she battled to keep up with his long strides, her eyes exploring the beautiful surroundings. Freshly mown green lawns and colourful hedges of ixoras, bougainvillea, freesias, pink roses and white hibiscus brightened the pavement. The air was