  &quot;Come in,&quot;
  His assistant walked into the room, stopping in front of his desk.
  &quot;Sir,&quot; she said. 
  He briefly discussed some things with her.
  &quot;You can leave to prepare for tomorrow,&quot; He finally said to her.
  &quot;Yes sir,&quot; she said and took her leave.
  Michael turned to Daniel and apologized.
  &quot;I am sorry about that,&quot; he said.
  &quot;No problem, sir.&quot; He answered, amazed at his boss apologizing to him.
  &quot;Tell me about Mitchell.&quot; He spoke. From eight years ago. He added after a brief pause.
  Daniel smiled inwardly. Surprised his boss had remembered. Clearing his throat, he started, 
  &quot;Eight years ago, Mitch had a nasty breakup, one that left her shattered and broken.&quot; Daniel related, apprising his boss everything he thought he should know about Mitchell.
  &quot;Commitment? Marriage?&quot; Michael asked. 

  &quot;Would you like anything different for dinner tonight sir?&quot; He asked.
  Michael looked up then from the file he was studying.
  &quot;Dinner? He mumbled to himself, remembering he hadn t had a decent meal that day except for the lunch at the restaurant with his investigator. Lunch he had barely touched.
  &quot;What is on the menu tonight?&quot; He asked
  &quot;Chicken thighs with sausage sir,&quot;
  &quot;That will be fine.&quot; He said, barely finishing his sentence before returning his attention to the file he was studying.
  &quot;Yes sir.&quot; Dinner will be served at eight. He informed. 
  Michael nodded his head and the Chef took his leave as quietly as he had entered.
  Michael picked up his coffee and downed it in one gulp. He checks his watch; he still has well over an hour before dinner. Hopefully enough to be done with perusing the file and be ready for dinner

  And now he has to journey to a faraway village, which means another day or two of not attending to work. A luxury he only affords his mistresses.
  Michael laughed then, the whole idea of finding his mother was absurd. Why does he care about the news anyway? They can report whatever they want, but Michael knew it wasn t all because of the news he was doing this. He had long wanted to know why his mother never came back; he just hadn t felt the urgency to know until he met Mitchell. 
  And now that he was this far, he should see it to the end.
  Michael wondered what he would say to her when they finally met, but that he would leave until then.
  KETEPE WAS A village quite far from Lagos, and one not yet enjoying as many social amenities as there are in the big cities or towns, Michael wondered how his mother ended up there. Grandmother said she married a wealthy man, a very wealthy one

&quot;Come in,&quot;
  His assistant walked into the room, stopping in front of his desk.
  &quot;Sir,&quot; she said. 
  He briefly discussed some things with her.
  &quot;You can leave to prepare for tomorrow,&quot; He finally said to her.
  &quot;Yes sir,&quot; she said and took her leave.
  Michael turned to Daniel and apologized.
  &quot;I am sorry about that,&quot; he said.
  &quot;No problem, sir.&quot; He answered, amazed at his boss apologizing to him.
  &quot;Tell me about Mitchell.&quot; He spoke. From eight years ago. He added after a brief pause.
  Daniel smiled inwardly. Surprised his boss had remembered. Clearing his throat, he started, 
  &quot;Eight years ago, Mitch had a nasty breakup, one that left her shattered and broken.&quot; Daniel related, apprising his boss everything he thought he should know about Mitchell.
  &quot;Commitment? Marriage?&quot; Michael asked. 
  &quot;Commitment and marriage? Daniel repeated. Before adding. &quot;Not in Mitchell s

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