He walked into my consulting room with poise and confidence and greeted me familiarly as if he had known me for ages. The young man had accompanied Sister Laurens to my office. I responded less enthusiastically to his greetings. “You may sit in the reception while I speak to Sister Laurens,” I told him.
“Who is that young man?” I asked once he was out of earshot. “He is Joseph, a horticulturist who is helping to restore our garden,” she replied. “He is a swindler,” I said confidently and warned her to be careful in her dealings with him.”
Instinctively I said, questioningly, “I hope you haven’t given him any money yet?” She said she had made an advance payment…
Source: Nigerian Tribune