Chapter 11

RULE #10: WHEN YOUR FRIENDS GET NOSY, TELL THEM NOTHING.

Musa

"How's it going with the new girl?"

Lucky and I are sitting at the bar, waiting for the others. We haven't spoken about the incident at the club today, but as far as Lucky and I are concerned, there's really nothing to speak about. To him, Precious is just another employee — because that's exactly what she is, and it's not out of line for him to talk to her or even flirt with her a little. I don't usually keep secrets from my best friend, so he doesn't know the details of how I came to find Precious. A secret I don't expect to keep for long.

"She's perfect," I reply after taking a sip of my beer.

Lucky makes a big show of looking surprised. Raising his arms in the air, he acts like he's just witnessed the second coming.

"Knock it off," I mutter.

"Can it be? Musa Mthembu is finally satisfied with someone? Drinks are on me tonight."

"Very funny. Besides, she's just a secretary, remember? The standards and expectations are considerably lower."

"That's fine. I can get over the fact that I didn't find her myself. I'm just happy to have twenty hours a week of my time back, since that's what I spent trying to find the perfect girl for you. Not to mention all the paperwork involved in assigning and reassigning each one. It was exhausting."

"Well, I'm glad you're pleased," I reply.

"No. I'm glad you're pleased." He laughs, taking a drink. After setting it down, he throws me a curious look. "Where did you find her, anyway?"

I grimace. Best to be out with it, I suppose. "Well…"