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that happened to the old, the weary, the ready. Not something that arriv
nurse's voice was
than usual. Her legs ached from s
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like he usually did. Instead, he stood in front of it, ha
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money," she
trembled. "Thank you, doctor.
she stepped back and walked out b
Lagos m
d a man on the shoulder and was waved off. The world didn't care
ket stalls, past the church where someone
whispered to herse
ugh of that during the scans and tests over the
to her cramped flat in Suru
n a part-time job at a school. Her younger brother was preparing
ould
and quietly seek treatment. If it work
ld have done eve
makeup to hide her exhaustion, and slipped into her best outfit-a secondhand blu
ear's internship at a media firm, and a few freelance gigs. She had dream
matter when you ha
classifieds as "possibly hiring." It was upscale-glass windows, marble floors, and soft jaz
the manager when she collided-hard-into
'm so
traight down his crisp white
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rp. Cold. But str
id calmly.
in, trembling. "Please
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ll across
s gasped, rushing forward. "Sir
naire? The man who owned OrionTech? T
offee on Nigeria's mo
en turned to the barista. "Get my car
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the spot, napkin in
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