I knocked on the door. “Yes, you can come in.” I pushed the door open. Gbesah and I stepped into the office, feeling a gust of cold air from the built-in air-condition.
The office was sparingly furnished. On a filing cabinet stood rows of files that reached from one end of a wall to the other. In front of a glass window with red and blue curtains sat the Minister, leaning forward on his desk, hands folded in front of him. He motioned to two chairs in front of the desk, smiling. We thanked him and sat down.