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Zynah's eyes narrowed as she took in the unexpected visitor. The sight of him just standing casually in front of her door sent a shiver down her spine. "What are you doing here?" Zynah questioned, her gaze trailing to the huge clock, hanging on the wall. "At this time of the day too. Don't tell me you actually fo—" an involuntary gasp, escaped her mouth. "What do you want, mister?"

"Good evening, madam,' He greeted, with a hardened demeanor. "I didn't know you live here, otherwise, I wouldn't have come. After the last encounter we had, believe me, seeing you again is not on my bucket list," he said, his tone flat.

Zynah huffed, suppressing the urge to roll her eyes at the stranger. "Then can you kindly explain to me why you're here? At this time? Who even let you in?"

"Obviously the gateman," He deadpanned.

Zynah shook her head in disdain and gnashed her teeth. She made a mental note to fire him the next day. She was done with him. "What do you want?" she asked again. "To j