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The sound of the alarm penetrated into Liyel's sleep and roused him from his dream state. His mind drifted to the events of the previous day especially his argument with Ivan. He knew he couldn't keep on acting aloof. It made him feel like a douche bag. However, he was still very angry with Ivan and he needed some time to cool off. Though he wasn't religious, he liked to mumble a few words of prayer in the morning. That was closely followed by a quick round of pushups in his bedroom. An hour later, Liyel was putting his laptop in the backseat of his Infiniti QX80 SUV when Ivan walked out of the house. Ivan admired his brother who was dressed in a sky blue shirt, navy blue trousers and brown moccasins. "Looking sharp, Liyel." "Thanks." Liyel replied and got into his car. Ivan shook his head. Liyel was still being curt with him. "I'll see you at the office." Ivan yelled out. Liyel nodded his head in response and

  Dear Readers, How was your week and how's the weekend going for you? I had a pretty hectic week but I'm glad the weekend is here. Enjoy today's post. Ciao!! *********************************************************************** Ivan stepped out of the shower with his thoughts drifting to the events from the previous night. He planned to get some work done before heading to the hospital to see Pelumi later in the day. He got home after midnight and his head felt foggy, like he had a hangover. Pelumi had remained unconscious throughout the time he was with her in the hospital. The doctors and nurses had worked quickly to clean up her head injury and stop the bleeding. She had suffered some injuries to her hands and feet as well. Sitting on his bed with a towel wrapped around his mid-section, Ivan picked up his cell phone and called Doctor Bajulaye. Doctor Bajulaye was the chief medical practitioner at The Healer's Place. He had b

Shouting out to all my friends and everyone who has kept up with reading Pelumi's Memoirs. You guys rock! Shouting out to Miss Onakz. Thank you for all you do. How can you help creatives? By sharing their work with others Cheerio........... ********************************************************************************* "I am Alistair Kukoyi. I believe we met a while ago." "Yes, we have. I am Pelumi Jacobs." Pelumi shook Alistair's hand which he had extended to her. "I have heard excellent things about you. Keep up the good work." Alistair's strong voice streamed into her ears. Pelumi looked into her new boss' eyes and smiled. She had a feeling she was going to totally love working for him. She had never been on the sixth floor and didn't think that it was such a large floor. While she and Nneka had moved the day before, Zainab was out of office sick and Fola was currently moving the rest of his th