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there were not nearly enough. The room was crammed tight with people standing, and others spilled out of the door into the hallway. Some pensioners were even sitting on the floor.
    No, this wouldn’t work. Gorata needed to think quickly. Then she remembered. She flicked open her cellphone and made a call. After a quick conversation she hung up and spoke to Ndo, close to his ear so he could hear her over the noise.
    Then she went to the podium. “Dumelang, batsadi. We didn’t expect such a fantastic turnout. I hate to trouble you, but could we go across the street to the old Joburg Cinema? The owner has opened it to allow us to have this meeting. I think there we’ll all be able to find a seat.”
    Ndo went to the door and led the group down the stairs and across the street. Gorata waited until the crowd was gone before making her way towards the door.
    â€œQuick thinking,” someone said behind her.
    She turned and was surprised to see Ozee. “Hello,” Gorata said, a bit lost for words. He didn’t quite look like the Ozee she was used to. The petrol station uniform was gone and in its place was a casual brown suit. He looked taller and bigger, stronger and more powerful. “What are you doing here?”
    â€œYou don’t think a lowly petrol attendant like me has money to invest in the stock market?” He smiled and she felt terrible.
    â€œNo, I mean . . . I didn’t mean it like that . . . I was just . . .” What was happening to her? Gorata was not normally lost for words, but suddenly here she was, stammering like a schoolgirl.
    â€œI thought PROs were communication majors,” Ozee teased.
    She laughed. “Yes, well, theory and practice are two different things. Sorry, honestly, I really didn’t mean it like that. I just thought it was a coincidence to see you here, especially since this was supposed to be a press conference but my PA got it mixed up.”
    There was that smile again. It was as if Ozee’s smile was directly connected to Gorata’s stomach. He smiled, her stomach flipped. Why was he making her so nervous? He looked seriously handsome in the suit, that was certain. She realised it was the first time she’d ever seen him in anything apart from his uniform. There were men who were good-looking and then there were men like Ozee, completely in their own class.
    She had no idea how long they’d been standing there. Time seemed to go in a different sequence when she was around Ozee, but she realised suddenly that she needed to be across the street at the cinema where half of Joburg waited for her. “Shall we go?”
    He motioned to the door. “Ladies first.”
    * * *
    Gorata rushed to collect Kelebogile after work. “Hurry,” she said as her friend made her way to the car, struggling with an overstuffed Lekuka. “I don’t want Mmandu spending any extra time at Park Station. God knows what she could get up to.”
    Kelebogile barely had the door closed when Gorata was off. “Slow down,” Kelebogile said, and then, “What could she really do?”
    â€œYou of all people should know the answer to that. Don’t you remember the inauguration of King Moletlegi? She went in front of the crowd and did that dance! Surely you remember? I wanted to crawl under a rock and hide – forever! They still talk about it at home.”
    â€œOkay, yeah . . . But that was an exciting event. Mmandu loves excitement. She likes fun.”
    Gorata looked at her friend. She was protecting Mmandu now, but Gorata had a feeling that after a few days of full-on assault from her sister, Kelebogile would change her tune. “Yeah, fun. Lots and lots of fun, that’s Mmandu.”
    She pulled the BMW into the parking lot and even before she got out, she spotted her sister waiting on the pavement with a crowd of people gathered around her. Mmandu was talking away, her hands flying in all directions. Gorata