I got another room for Isaac to sleep in. By six in the morning he was at my door, knocking.I woke up with bleary eyes and came to the door.“Who is it?” I asked.“Your bodyguard, boss,” Isaac said in his drawled voice. “I am reporting for duty.”“What?”“I am reporting for duty, boss.”I opened the door knowing that I had to sit him down and establish how this was going to work.“How was your night, boss?” he asked, as soon as he came into the hall.“Common, Isaac,” I said, rubbing my eyes. “You are not going to be calling me ‘boss’ all the time, are you? We know each other since we were what, in secondary school?”“You are right, boss,” he said. “Shal was the person who introduced us, boss. It was just that I was stupid not finish school.”“I want you to call me…call me—”“I will call you, 'boss', sir,” he said. “This is work; when I am not working, I can call you by your name, boss. But I want to be working all day and all night. Two hundred and fifty thousand naira is not a child
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