No Longer At Ease
He rose to his feet, placed the wad of notes on the occasional table before Obi. "This is just small kola," he said. "We will make good friends. Don't forget the name. We will see again. Do you ever go to the club? I have never seen you before."
"I'm not a member."
"You must join," he said. "Bye-bye."
The wad of notes lay where he had placed it for the rest of the day and all night. Obi placed a newspaper over it and secured the door. "This is terrible!" he muttered. "Terrible!" he said aloud…
Obi steered her towards his bedroom. She made a halfhearted show of resisting, then followed.
Obviously she was not an innocent schoolgirl. She knew her job. She was on the short list already, anyway….
Others came. People would say that Mr. So-and-so was a gentleman. He would take money, but he would do his stuff, which was a big advertisement, and others would follow. But Obi stoutly refused to countenance anyone who did not possess the minimum educational and other requirements. On that he was unshakeable. (19.18-24)