Stop being anti-social over there!’ Charisma shouted. Vee flapped a hand over her shoulder to shush her and went back to the view. The rooftop of Urban’s office building was her headspace. The CBD was one hell of an impressive spreadsheet; the throb of traffic and a strong south-easterly fluting past her ears made for a brilliant lunchtime soundtrack. Throw in the phallic magnificence of the Absa building towering over the downtown hustle, and decompression was instant. Vee looked down, fighting that visceral urge to spread her arms and launch herself over the edge. ‘Voinjama Johnson!’ a chorus of voices screamed. ‘Give me strength and succour.’ Vee covered her face with her hands, breathed, and meandered back to the group. The terrace wasn’t big enough for destressing one person, let alone five. Chari and Chlöe, along with Lebo Khumalo from layout and design and photographer Tallulah MacArthur, and it was a bit much.
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