“We don’t have that book anymore. Somebody took it and didn’t return it.” Mrs Adams, the company librarian tells me.
“Are you sure?”
She looks a little irritated. “Yes I’m sure. I’ve been looking for it for the past ten minutes.”
I sigh, another dead end on the project I’m working on. “Thank you.”
As I walk out of the library, wondering what I’m going to do about my work, Oyinkan, my colleague comes out of a nearby office.
“Remi,” she says again. “When am I getting my money?” Continue reading “I See You Through The Peephole Part 4”