CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

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“I did my best” I can hear a student say inside the hall and I swear her voice sounds very familiar.

I peek through the slightly open door and my guess was right. Not to my surprise anyway, I mean, there is only one person in this department with a penetrating voice like that. Who else can it be? If not the proud, miss perfect, millionaire’s daughter. Abike.

“I shouldn’t be doing this.” I reprimand myself, but securing my feet on the ground, not moving an inch.

“I expected you to do better!” I can hear the chef yell “What will I say to your dad, huh?” He asks angrily.

“Who is this chef to Abike?” I soliloquize, asking a curious question which answer interested me to hear.

“Tell him whatever you like I don’t care. All I care about is how you are going to help me win that trip to California.” She assert with so much confidence.

“Mr. Collins is so wrong, it’s not just an Exam, as far as there is a reward attached to it, it is a bloody competition.” I say, heatedly. Confirming my