Regile had phoned earlier to tell her the Joburg Directorate had approved their venue proposal and that she should meet him on site at 10 am. She left for Newtown with Zandile after delegating enough work around the office to keep everyone busy until Christmas. “Morning, Langa,” Regile said when he saw her outside the Africa Museum. Handing her his laptop, he continued, “I just received a list of cosmetic suppliers who have confirmed that they will be attending the exhibition.” “Morning, Regile; thanks again for dinner last night. Fortunately I got my car back today,” Langa offered, marvelling at how simple it seemed for him to switch from friendly to professional mode. Zandile had been standing uncertainly behind Langa. Now she stepped forward and held out her hand. “Mr Mabhena, I’m Zandile, Miss Buthelezi’s head events coordinator. We met briefly at the board meeting.” “Hi there, Zandile,”
