He hits ‘save document’, finishes his last sip of coffee, and closes his laptop. He reaches for his cell phone and takes it from his belt holster. He starts dialing Myles’ number as he walks again through the doorway to the outside balcony.
“Good, a strong signal,” to himself.
“Jambo, B. K.” on the third ring.
“Wow, the magic of ‘caller ID’,” Charles replied. “Glad I caught you. You at home, or out on the town?”
“A little of both, Mate. At home now, but just leaving to meet Sheila at the Hilton,” Myles answered.
“Sheila? Do I know Sheila?” Charles asked.
“Well, you’ve met. She’s the feisty red-head I took to that banquet you talked me into last month here in Nairobi. Remember?” he asked.
“Oh, yeah. The one with the so-called gorgeous sister that never seemed to make an appearance that night, or any other night, I might add,” Charles said.
“Bwana K, always with that attention to detail, and the memory of an elephant,” Myles responded with a chuckle.
“Yeah, I guess a memory for the important details. Anyway, I know you’ve got to go, but got a quick one to run by ya’ Myles. I think it will ‘tickle your fancy’,” Charles said.
“Well, tickle me,” he responded eagerly.