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Iyare heard a knock on the door and the lock opened almost immediately. A middle age man accompanied by a younger man stepped into her office.

Iyare looked at her wristwatch; it was barely five minutes since Dave left her office. She knew the board members would definitely create problems for her, but she never thought she would deal with more than one a day.

She sighed inwardly; It seems like the board members were hitting her with all they got, she thought. She turned her attention back to the men standing before her table.

Iyare gestured for them to take their seat as she wondered what could be the problem. Her eyes caught sight of the young man that walked in. He was not dressed formally.

He was 6'1 tall with strong-looking muscles, which was apparent even with his clothes. His eyes were dark, just like his hair. Iyare has never found dark eyes beautiful before, but his seemed to perfectly complement his curly cropped hair.