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CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

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Abike stamps her feet and as she walks toward the door where I stood, i quickly opt out of my position, putting a fine distance between myself and the door.

She hits the door hard, forcing open the door. Her gazes instantly met mine then, she walks towards me.

“Hi.” I dare say, watching her draw closer.

“Save it.” She shuts me up rudely, but before walking pass me she gives me the weirdest stare.

I chuckle “What’s her deal.” Not my cup of tea.

I walk towards the door again. Just as I am about holding the door knob, the door swings open, almost causing me to trip.

“Oh dear, I’m sorry. I didn’t see you coming.” Chef Chris apologize politely.

He is a fair skinned, average height man. His hair is cut very low at the sides and carved neatly and his face has no trace of hair on it. His wearing a black polo with Greg institute written at the back and left breast of the shirt on a pair of black trouser. He smiled warmly at me, but it didn't do justice to the frustration hidden in his
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