“I can make things easy for you,” he pulled out a white envelope from within his uniform and pressed it into her still outstretched hand, “Or hard.” ILLUSTRATION | JOHN NYAGA
Liza smoothed down the front lapels of her navy blue suit and flicked an almost invisible speck of dust off her left shoulder pad, her lip held between her teeth, her eyes squinted in concentration as she studied herself in a shabby, full length mirror.
She leaned forward to see herself better in the dim lighting, then straightened up suddenly as deep racking coughs erupted from a room adjacent to the one she was in.
