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Forty-Two

Yomi's private office,

Ovic Incorporation.

Abuja

11:28am

She slouched in the seat, Third dumped her in. Temi folded her arms across her chest, giving all three audiences a mirthless smile. The boring white walls matched with the boring white floors. The dull brown desk did not appeal to the senses either. While she appreciated the soft, elegant brown leather chair, her insides burned with annoyance. What annoyed her more was the looks she received from that evil, short man.

It was like he could not decide between joy, fascination and pride as all three merged into one ugly expression. 

“Project Five One Three,” the man said with a happy sigh. 

“My name is Temi Johnson,” She affirmed. “And who are you?”

“Wow! Look at this, we have another spunky Johnson.”

“I aske

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