QUEEN OF DIAMONDS

CHAPTER 28

"Morning Hlubi," I said as I walked past her desk. "Good morning ma'am," she said smiling at me. I was having a meeting today with the PR team at Andile's party's head office. A meeting that apparently couldn't happen at my office. I walked by Andile's office who I haven't seen in almost 2 weeks because he was in Lesotho. I pressed the intercom next to the door, yes an intercom and entered when he buzzed me in. He was on the phone when I walked in so I just waved at him and gestured that I would come back. I closed the door and walked to the conference room. "Good morning," I said to the team and Kganya looked at me distastefully. "There is stubborn, then there is you," he said. I was wearing a black leather corset, a black leather skirt that stopped right above my knees, black leather trench coat, cat eye sunglasses and black Nike Jordan 1 Retro OG's. It was giving femme fatale meets modern villainous feminist . "Ntlohele hle," I said, sat down and took off my sunglasses. "Keabetswe, seriously we have to talk about how you dress. You can't be the first lady and yet dress like Kim Kardashian," Kganya said and I rolled my eyes. "Other than my impeccable dressing style what else are we discussing?" I asked. "Uhm yho, I want to quit so badly," Kganya muttered and I laughed. "You love me KG, you won't quit," I said and he rolled his eyes. "Anyways, the next topic of the meeting is you need to start a foundation, something you feel passionate about," KG's assistant, Naledi said. It's giving Michelle Obama wemah-eh. "Uhm, what about a shelter for abused women and children?" I proposed, thinking of Zama and Siyamthanda. I was met by strange looks, I hope they don't think I'm being abused. "I guess that could work, seeing as you are already an anti-GBV activist and a feminist," KG said after a while. We discussed strategies for a while and they promised to come back to me with ideal locations for the shelter. I circled back to Andile's office, buzzed, entered and closed the door. He  was still on the phone and eyed my outfit as I strut in. I walk to the window behind his desk because I'm absolutely obsessed with his view. The window is heavily tinted on the outside, so the view is a little dim but I can still see the outside. Andile hung up the phone after about 5 minutes and said nothing but I could feel him staring at me. I feel hands on my waist and I almost jump, how can he move so silently and with such agility? "MaMoloi? We leave the house dressed like this now? Khanya is going to die young," he says and I want to laugh at him for calling Kganya Khanya because he can't say the 'kga'. "Please leave me and my drip alone," I said and he frowned. "But s'thandwa sami, you look like a garbage bag," he said and I rolled my eyes as I willed myself not to laugh. "Mxm," I said glaring at him. "Awusang'thandi MaMoloi?" he asks out of the blue. Hawu. "What does my outfit have to do with loving you," I asked frowning. "It's not your outfit. Kunini ungene la and you haven't kissed me yet," he asks and I roll my eyes.  I stand on my toes to kiss him but he held his hand out to stop me. "Aii angisafuni, and since when has a Puma die hard fan started wearing Nike's?" he said and I rolled my eyes again. "Roll your eyes again and you'll leave this office with your outfit in shreds," he said and I gulped. Thirsty girls world wide. "Please leave me alone, I have to walk out of here properly," I said stepping back. "Who cares if you're limping, they'll know your husband did you right," he said and took a step towards me. "I'm starting a shelter for abused women and children," I said changing the topic. "That's great, I know how passionate you are on feminism and anti gender based violence activism. I'm really proud of you baby," he said and kissed me making me blush. Ke 'na fela kapa hoa chesa ka mona? I side stepped him, walked to his desk and sat on it. "MaMoloi, are you seducing me?" he asked and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. "How was Lesotho?" I asked and he sighed. "There are lot of land disputes there and arguments over livestock etcetera. But other than that everyone was really nice and helpful, hopefully we can ease all of the tension between the countries," he said loosening his tie and sitting on his chair. He brushed my exposed thighs and I glared at him. His hand moved to my inner thigh and I shifted uncomfortably. "Are you okay?" he asked and I nodded. His thumb brushed my coochie and I arched my back. Man thank god this office is sound proof. In less than 5 minutes I was shaking and singing notes higher than Mariah's. Nabenu benza nje?