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Tunde Leye 35<br />
ara always surprised herself with the way her smiles fled<br />
Tfrom her face the moment she was certain no one was<br />
watching. She was glad that she worked in a lab. That way,<br />
the only people she had to interact with regularly were her<br />
colleagues and with those, she had perfected the art of smiling on<br />
demand. None of them would have guessed the immense sadness she<br />
carried within her. That sadness. It became thicker as the day progressed<br />
and by the time she had to leave the office, it had become a dread that<br />
almost paralysed her. Everyday she told herself she would not return to<br />
the house. Every single day, she convinced herself that she would run<br />
away. And every day, her resolve failed as soon as she stepped out of the<br />
lab into the streets. She always went back to him.<br />
“You have a date today, Tara?” She turned her head, and in that<br />
motion, her mask came back on. She was back in the lab, smiling, by the<br />
time her eyes met Lamela's. She recalled the first day she met Lamela. She<br />
had been intimidated by the woman. Lamela was everything she wanted<br />
to be. She was the authority in modern Gametology, the genius who had<br />
finally cracked the cure to cancer using gametes harvested from donors<br />
and owned the biggest lab on the continent. The lab did not recruit<br />
conventionally too. Before they contacted you, they would have<br />
thoroughly researched you and passed you through rigorous selection<br />
criteria. They only contacted you to make you an offer after they were<br />
satisfied they wanted you. No one had ever refused their offer. She felt
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