“Just—perhaps you should tell her who you are now?” “How was the penthouse?” Thabiso asked, changing the subject. “And I believe that you never wear the same suit twice in a row, but what have we here?” He tugged at her lapel, which bore a red stain of some sort. Lipstick? “There is a term native to this region. I learned it last night. ‘nunya.’” “Nunya?” “‘Nunya business’ is the full colloquialism.” Likotsi got a faraway look in her eye and smiled as she said it, as if there was some joke in the words that Thabiso couldn’t decipher. “I understand. I think. I will stay out of your affairs, but
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