By 8:45, Amara stopped at the wet floor and waited patiently so she would not ruin his work.
—Good morning. Take your time. I will pass when it dries.
—Thank you, ma.
—No. Thank you. Work is work.
Tade looked up for the first time.
And by noon, as Sade’s zobo spread across the marble again and the whole lobby watched him bend to clean it, Tade heard footsteps behind him.
Chief Mrs. Morenike had arrived early.
And she had seen everything.
