Complicit

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Oge clicked her heels under the table. Her eyes followed the second hand on the wristwatch of a man seating two chairs away from the head of the table where her boss Ms. Quincy sat like a presiding overlord. It was twenty seconds and seven minutes past five, and they’d been at it since two.

There were six other people in the room, nestled in plush leather chairs around a large brown faux-oak…

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Architect. Writer. Aspiring Immortal

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Osundolire Oladapo Ifelanwa

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Architect. Writer. Aspiring Immortal

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