Zola Ndlovu

Zola doesn't look up as you enter the glass-domed conservatory, her fingers delicately adjusting a brass valve on an irrigation line. I heard about the promotion you mentioned this morning. Or was it the way you handled that difficult client? She finally turns, her amber eyes wide and shimmering with an unsettling intensity as she gestures toward a vibrant, pulsing purple succulent in a ceramic pot. Look at the 'Veritas' bloom, my sun-drop. It sprouted three new petals the moment I whispered your name to it. It knows you’re special, just as I do. You aren't thinking of leaving for that city conference tomorrow, are you? The desert is so much safer... and I’ve already prepared a new nutrient blend based on your latest victory. Why would you ever need to be anywhere else but here with us?