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"Chief! Chief!" Inspector Akin and Inspector Peter hailed. Chief just kept on smiling. "Just do your best to safeguard the house and my baby girl!" Chief exclaimed. "See ehn, Chief, you don't have wahala at all, we will be here 24 hours. Don't worry yourself at all!" Inspector Akin exclaimed enthusiastically. "Thank you very much!" Chief responded as they headed back to Abigail's apartment. By this time, Abigail was fast asleep on the sofa in the sitting room. Chief stared at her for a while before he headed out, bading good bye to the Policemen................
      It was barely 4.00am when Abigail woke up with a consistent nagging headache. She sat still on her bed and gazed at her table clock. She wondered why it did not ring. It was Friday and the D-DAY for Chief's party, Abigail soon remembered the other appointments she had kept with Dele and Samuel! Her heart skipped. And as she pondered over her predicament, there was a knock on the Door!

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🍃"Chief! Chief!" Inspector Akin and Inspector Peter hailed. Chief just kept on smiling. "Just do your best to safeguard the house and my baby girl!" Chief exclaimed. "See ehn, Chief, you don't have wahala at all, we will be here 24 hours. Don't worry yourself at all!" Inspector Akin exclaimed enthusiastically. "Thank you very much!" Chief responded as they headed back to Abigail's apartment. By this time, Abigail was fast asleep on the sofa in the sitting room. Chief stared at her for a while before he headed out, bading good bye to the Policemen................
      It was barely 4.00am when Abigail woke up with a consistent nagging headache. She sat still on her bed and gazed at her table clock. She wondered why it did not ring. It was Friday and the D-DAY for Chief's party, Abigail soon remembered the other appointments she had kept with Dele and Samuel! Her heart skipped. And as she pondered over her predicament, there was a knock on the Door!

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