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The Therapist: Chapter 10

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Claire Adebayo sat in the dimly lit café tucked away in a quiet corner of Lekki. Her hands cradled a cup of steaming coffee, though she hadn’t taken a sip in minutes. Across from her sat Kunle, an old friend from university who had once been a rising star in the tech world but now operated in the shadows as a highly sought-after hacker. Kunle leaned back in his chair, his sharp eyes scanning the bustling room before settling on Claire. “So, you want me to dig into your husband’s financials?” he asked, his voice low but steady. Claire nodded, her jaw tight. “I need to know everything. The offshore accounts, the shell companies, any illegal dealings he’s involved in.” Kunle smirked. “You’re not asking for a small favor. Victor Adebayo isn’t just anyone. He’s powerful—and dangerous.” “That’s why I came to you,” Claire replied, her voice firm. “I need someone who can get me the information without leaving a trace.” Kunle sighed, running a hand through his dreadlocks. “I can do it, but it w...
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The Therapist: Chapter 9

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Marcus Oladipo adjusted his tie in the reflection of his office window. He felt the tension creeping in his shoulders as he prepared for the next session with Victor and Claire Adebayo. These sessions were becoming increasingly volatile, with the couple's veiled hostility bubbling just beneath the surface. Still, the paycheck kept him showing up, even if he was beginning to wonder if it was worth the risk. As he moved toward his desk, his gaze fell on a small, unobtrusive object nestled between his bookshelf and a decorative plant. It was faintly blinking—a tiny red light. He froze. His mind raced as he leaned in for a closer look. It was a surveillance camera, expertly concealed but now glaringly obvious to him. Marcus felt his stomach drop. Who had put it there? Victor? Claire? Baba Jide? His heart hammered in his chest as he scanned the room. He found two more cameras—one in the corner of the bookshelf and another near the air conditioning vent. Each was carefully positioned to ...
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The Therapist: Chapter 8

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The harsh fluorescent lights in Marcus Oladipo’s office flickered briefly as he paced the room, his phone gripped tightly in his hand. His palms were clammy, his shirt clinging to his back despite the cool air conditioning. He had been dreading this moment since the knock on his door two days earlier, when Baba Jide’s thugs had shown up with their veiled threats. He had avoided calling Baba Jide, hoping for a miracle that never came. Now, the deadline was approaching, and the silence was no longer safe—it was deadly. With a deep breath, Marcus dialed the number, each beep making his heart pound harder. The call connected after two rings. “Doctor,” Baba Jide’s voice came through, calm and composed, a stark contrast to the chaos in Marcus’s mind. “I was beginning to think you’d forgotten about me.” “Never,” Marcus said, forcing a steadiness into his voice that he didn’t feel. “I’ve been working on it. I’ll have your money soon.” The pause on the other end of the line felt like an eternit...
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The Therapist: Chapter 7

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The soft hum of Marcus’s air conditioner filled the room as Claire Adebayo sat across from him, her hands clenched tightly in her lap. Today, she looked less composed than usual. Her typical aura of elegance was dimmed, her makeup lighter, her movements less deliberate. For the first time since they’d started their sessions, Claire seemed genuinely vulnerable. “Dr. Oladipo,” she began hesitantly, breaking the silence. “I don’t know who else I can talk to about this.” Marcus put on his most reassuring expression, leaning forward slightly. “This is a safe space, Claire. Whatever you share stays between us.” She hesitated, glancing toward the window as if searching for an escape. Finally, she exhaled deeply and met his gaze. “There’s someone I’ve been thinking about a lot lately. Someone from my past.” Marcus’s pen hovered over his notepad. He had a feeling this wasn’t going to be about Victor. “Go on,” he said gently. “His name is Daniel,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. ...
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The Therapist: Chapter 6

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The air in Lagos was thick with humidity, clinging to Marcus’s skin as he leaned back in his office chair, his mind reeling. The morning session with the Adebayos had ended an hour ago, but instead of heading home to decompress, he found himself combing through the notes he had taken, searching for clues. Something about Victor didn’t sit right with him. Victor Adebayo was a man of immense wealth and influence, but there was a shadowy edge to his confidence—a hint of someone who had stepped on more than a few necks to climb the ladder. Marcus had learned to trust his instincts over the years, and his instincts screamed that Victor was hiding something significant. Marcus reached for his laptop, typing Victor’s name into the search bar. Public records and news articles painted a picture of a shrewd businessman who had built a vast empire in real estate, construction, and oil services. Yet, despite his success, there were few details about his early years or how he had acquired his initi...
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