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She greeted.
“You too.” He replied.
Mr. Olalekan scrutinized her voluminously milky jugs through the mirroring walls of the elevator. The sight, he had to admit, was a delightful one. When they got to the landing and he waited for Miss Bimbo to step out first. He watched that behind dance into the chill of the executive floor where his state-of-the-art glass office stood, along with the other executive offices. Designed with by one of the finest interior designers in Lagos, Mr. Olalekan’s office, from wall to floor, desk to chair and shelves, looked like an ice den with glass-like walls separating each office from the other.
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