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Seven collapsed on his bed. The lights were still down.  He uncomfortably adjusted the pillow supporting his neck so he could stare directly at the ceiling. The conversation he earlier had with his sister replayed and he dissected the dialogue word for word to find the hidden meanings as it is a habit of his.Remembering what his sister said made him sigh heavily. He wished someone believed in this relationship as much as he did.He fell into a deep sleep after plugging his phone into a socket, hoping that electricity comes back on.So he could talk to the love of his life.***A light haze flickered before two purple-hued entities. Then a sudden warped space appeared where the two hues danced about like two distant fairies. Everything began to move closer before it disappeared. A white room materialized. Someone was inside, wearing a white robe. The floor of the room tore apart, having a form similar to a mischievous grin. It swallowed the fi

 A round of laughter rang in his head while staring into the distance with his phone still in his hand. Seven was not aware of the tears. He remembered the times he spent talking to her — too scared to call her name.It was not even an actual name. All made up. The name. The person. The emotions.They talked about practically everything. How she would tell him about her greatest fears. Losing him topped the list. She had many dreams and one of them was to finally meet Seven and reveal to him the things she believed he was not prepared to know.The idea of withheld information gave Seven a sense of thrill. Anticipation. Of the unknown. The picture was so clear in his mind and it gave him hope for a brighter future. A future with her in it. Getting to touch her every single day. And getting to finally know her. Bare. That future did not seem like forever anymore and Seven enjoyed the moments before it was to come. Nigeria would be heaven, amidst

After three matches, Gentrix was convinced that there was something off about tonight. Half an hour ago she had woken up with phlegm stuck in her throat which she rushed to the bathroom to spit out.The sleep was long gone so she decided to play FIFA on her PlayStation 4 console. Of which she’s been losing to Madrid woefully. Ball possession was not in her favor. Not only had Madrid smashed her with four goals, but they had also taken a 65% ball possession.Gentrix dropped her gamepad in frustration and groaned.Just as she rested her head on both her palms, her phone came to life.It was a specific alarm, different from her normal iPhone ringtone.Jaden Smith’s “U” rang to life, and that tone was assigned to only one contact.Only him.Gentrix picked up the phone and stared at the screen.3 NEW UNREAD MESSAGES.She unlocked her iPhone to check who the message was from.Him.

 “W- w- what do you mean by ‘David is a computer’?” the entire room started to spin around Seven. He stared at this man with his irritable grins. Wishing he had never embarked on this in the first place. Now sitting beside a chronic lair and staring into the dangerous eyes of their abductor, he wished he had stayed home.Olalekan removed his suit and draped it around his chair. The tension brought the heat. Heat brought sweat, he hated to sweat. He has had a lot of successes across his entire life but he has never come close to achieving anything with children or teens which is why his long line of children gadgets and gaming software were managed by his partners.Kids are energy-consuming. The only energy he wants to be consumed is the one that is exhausted during one of his numerous heated one night stands. Not by an emotionally, mentally, psychologically underdeveloped human.The boy looked like the confusion and the impen

2014.Vertical Technologies Ltd.Inside the restricted area of the Information Department breathed a two-ton machine swarmed with hundreds of wires that were connected to monitors and work stations. Each work station had an operator and each operator was assigned to a particular web audience. Their job was to arrange and redirect the data provided by this monstrosity of a machine to the designated clients. There were however over fifty work stations and operators, it was a chaotic environment during operating hours.The elevator dinged open, he stepped out, clad in a three-piece navy blue suit and a briefcase, walking briskly towards the main office. His office. Hours earlier he had received an error report from one of his assigned assistants about the monster machine not being able to perform tasks. Such an error can be brutal. Clients who pay dearly for their goods and wears to reach their desired audience demand that they get optimum impressions before their