“Do you think it’s that easy to help them?” The man snapped at her, “Those who have just migrated here are usually in lots of trouble themselves, so don’t make empty promises to others.”
“Alright, I got it...” Lerato said nonchalantly, “By the way, I heard that a new batch of lipstick has arrived at Milopar. Can you get some for me? Their lipstick is always in high demand, and I can’t get any even if I really want them. Since you’re so close to Old Bane, it shouldn’t be a problem to get your hands on some, right?”
“Don’t be calling him Old Bane this, Old Bane that. You should be addressing him as Mr. Bane instead. Don’t just name-drop him in front of strangers.” Emeka said, “I’m only familiar with him because we have dealings with each other professionally, but he doesn’t ask me for any favors. I still have to take cues from him.”
“Why would a civil servant like you need to listen to him? He’s just a businessman,” Lerato muttered.
“What do you know?” Emeka got anxious. “Brigade Commander Miller even addresses him as Uncle Bane, so who do you think I am? He’s the president of the Northwest’s Chamber of Commerce now, his influence is greater than you can imagine. Both the political and business spheres have to take cues from him.”
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