You say it's too late

to make it,

But is it too late to try?

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The clock ticking away, followed by an irritating sound from a rocking chair was enough to push Chimdi to the edge.

She glared at the boy sitting beside her, narrowing her eyes in slits when he gave her an innocent smile.

That's it! How can he irritate me and still have the nerve to act like we've been buddies for life?

She raised her hand, giving him a firm middle finger before going back to glaring at the Proprietress' desk.

Earlier, Corp Ofose had called her to his office, claiming that her partner was...