who had lived beside him for years. —No, Folake. You destroyed something long before tonight. You just thought no one poor enough would be believed. He called his lawyer in front of her. He called the agency. He called the police station where one of his old schoolmates now served as DPO. By midnight, Folake’s cousin was answering questions about wage theft, false deductions, and intimidation of domestic workers. Folake packed a bag before sunrise and left for her mother’s house in Surulere. She told everyone Kelechi had chosen a
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