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Planning the dinner
I woke up around 8 a.m. I must have been tired. I see a bunch of emails. The companies are now responding by offering me positions 'created only for me'. These people weren't going to reply until they found out who I was. No scratching that. Until they find out who I'm married to. But one of the positions created for me caught my eye. I always wanted to be an event organiser. So I replied immediately, asking when and where they were planning to meet me. After taking a shower, I ran downstairs. Sabelo and Mlungisi are still here with a man I don't know. He does look familiar though. "Good morning everyone." "Someone is in a good mood." "Yes, my smart brother-in-law. I am in a good mood." And then I turned to my husband, "While hubby dearest here didn't want to hire me, someone else cre
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