It's ten in the evening when Alexander watches as Mr. Achebe, Anthony, and Margarette three more people partying with them. One of them is Mr. Achebe's male secretary and a white assistant. Drinking and talking about the supply of the oil. He looked at the female agent that was the same height as his deceased wife while the team was placing the silicon mask that they made and started placing a few more of it gently to make it realistic. It'll take three hours to do it or more. Now, it's been two hours.
Then, after a few moments, a woman entered the room and Mr. Achebe greeted her warmly with a passionate kiss.
"This is my wife, Faye. She will enjoy our company tonight." Mr. Achebe said. "It's just a shame that your spouses aren't here." He told Anthony and Margarette.
"Well, they aren't interested in an open setup," Anthony said and looked at Margarette who was busy rubbing her hands to the two black men's crotches known as Achebe's business partners.
