HIS WIFE AT HOME

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Every office has its after-hours version: the bright boardroom gone dark, the client deck left open, the one colleague who stays too late and suddenly looks nothing like they did at nine in the morning. In Mandla Buthelezi's Sandton agency, that colleague is Amahle Zungu—the assistant who keeps the whole place moving while everyone else takes credit for arriving on time. Mandla tells himself he only wants a break from a noisy phone and a demanding day. Then Amahle walks in with coffee, an unhurried smile and a question that makes his imagination run far ahead of his judgment. What follows is hot, secret and almost too perfect—until the fantasy ends and the office is still there around him. The trouble with a private thought is that it can feel harmless right up to the moment somebody sees it. And Amahle is very good at seeing what everyone else misses.