I sighed and folded my arms to stare at the invitation long after Farida had gone. What was I going to do about this? I was not ready to gallivant with snobs and even worse people whose values were the exact opposite of mine and what I stood for.
I could just send a message that I was ill or out of town. But even if those were genuine, they would find a way to see past the excuses. Maybe I would be better off buying him a birthday present and sending it through dispatch or my father’s driver. But even that would be sending a loud message.
Even buying a gift at this stage was hectic. What gift exactly could I present to Nasiru that he would appreciate? Well, it’s the thoughtfulness that counts, isn’t that what they say? It was at that point my mobile phone beeped. I saw the Qatar number and knew who it was.
