Knock. Knock."Come in," I say, the words rolling off with practiced ease, as though the space were mine.Ahmed walks in casually, a folder in hand.I nod, and he turns to leave, closing the door behind him."What's that?" she asks, looking confused and speculative."Something you'll like," I say.I gently pull out the paper, glance over it once more, then hand it over to her.She stretches out her hand and takes it from me, giving it a quick scan."An agreement?" she says, tilting her head and hand like she's about to fling the paper."Yes, an agreement," I respond, smirking."I see…" she says, still looking confused.INFORMAL AGREEMENT OF CONDUCT & INTIMACY"This document serves as an informal understanding between Adukolapo Aanoni and Tijani Ereadurami, which both parties have voluntarily entered into.Although it is not legally binding, it is to be upheld in good faith as a framework for conduct, intimacy, and mutual trust. By agreeing to the terms below, both parties acknowledge
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