Chapter 9

Ousmane’s POV

I arrived at the office like every morning and started the day with a strong coffee. Soon, it would not be possible anymore as Ramadan was starting tomorrow, insha’Allah.

Zayate was supposed to arrive in Paris today to finalize her purchases. It was really starting to feel long.

I took my phone and tried to reach her, and fortunately, she picked up.

“Hello, baby.”

“Hello, my love. Did you have a good trip?”

“I’m beaten, baby. I need your hands for a good massage.”

“Then come back after Ramadan and finalize your shopping.”

“I don’t like spending Ramadan in Conakry, and you know it. I prefer to spend it here. Less heat, less hassle.”

“But the breaking hours are quite long. While we break the