Reyona could see the camera rolling, and she almost backed down from putting herself in public like this, but she firmed up her smile and looked straight into the camera.
“I have arrived, husband. Let’s get the show rolling.”
"Err,” the director, who had almost snapped at Reyona, looked from her to Thomas, then back to his crew.
“What are you doing here?” Thomas was finally able to talk after trying twice without much success.
Reyona raised her eyebrows at him.
“What am I doing in my home?”
“You…you have lost the right to be here. Ain’t you shameless?” Thomas blurted out as a sheen of sweat showed on his powdered forehead.
His fitting, stylish coat seemed too tight for him at that point as he reached for the tie at his neck and tried to loosen it.
Only that his hand came away empty because he didn’t have any tie on after all.
He had on an open-necked cream-coloured shirt under the coat.