"The estate is this way," Kunle said, pointing ahead with a faint smile, his voice slightly raised to compete with the gentle hum of the engine. He sat stiffly in the passenger seat of the sleek 2017 Mercedes G-Wagon, the leather interior hugging his body in a way that felt more like judgment than comfort. The air conditioning was crisp, cold enough to freeze his thoughts in place, but his palms were sweating under the oversized sleeves of the borrowed suit, the one that clearly didn't fit him. Samuel, his roommate, was broader in the shoulders, taller too—and the suit hung on Kunle like a child trying on his father's clothes.
He adjusted the collar for the third time, trying to stop it from brushing awkwardly against his neck, but it only made him more aware of the invisible weight pressing down on him. His heart thudded in that embarrassing rhythm only the poor feel when they sit too close to wealth—like a spotlight was shining on every inch of them, exposing lack.
