Political chess game

“Hlengiwe, thank you for meeting me.” The waiter comes over and brings coffee. “Okay Smith, what do you want.?” Hlengiwe seems uncomfortable with all this. “And how the hell did you get my number?” Smith smiles, “Oh come now. You know how and I'm sure you have mine and I don’t think I ever gave it to you.” He takes a sip and looks at Hlengiwe, “Don't worry you can drink the tea, it is not poisoned.” He smiles.

“I'd rather not take a chance.” Hlengiwe says. Not even a smile from her. “So will you tell me why I'm here, John?” she says. Smith leans back, “Look, you and I belong in the Dark World but not these families. The Nkosi’s and the Cele’s don’t belong here…” Hlengiwe interrupts, “Get to the point please.” She's irritated.