"We have to go to Abuja for the conference," Chief announced one Monday morning, tossing a thick file onto her desk. "We leave on Wednesday. Pack for three nights. And pack something... appropriate for the gala dinner on Friday."

The "appropriate" was a loaded instruction. Nkechi knew exactly what he meant.

The trip was a different kind of thrill. Away from the prying eyes of the Lagos office, they were free to be more open. He booked them into the presidential suite at the Transcorp ...