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Intelligent Man

Inside the mildly cold office, Bob was having Hollandia. His phone’s ring annoyed him. He hated interruptions while he ate. This was the only time he was free of worry, his only leisure moment. He picked the receiver and spoke.

“Who's this?”

“Bob? Is that you?” Sobbing in the background, familiar voice. “I need your help!”

Bob was about to ask who this was, he held himself. The police man in him figured out that it's going to be hard to keep her holding on the line for long unless you hold the conversation. If actually, she's in some deadly situation.

“Calm down. Where are you?” Bob's gentle voice settled calm on Olamide's quivering shoulders. She demanded that Bob bring an ambulance.

“My friend, he's been injured pretty badly. I think he might not make it.” She told the detective, with an airily fain

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