CASA

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"Hhmm!" Sighed Bobby. " Sorry Boss." He apologized. "It's alright. we get that alot!" He stressed. "But you should also know, we don't just discipline people for no just cause as well as don't launch sneak attacks on civilians. We make sure you are guilty before we correct you! even so, that we do confidently." He deep tone with a smirk. "Oh! But be reassured, I come in peace." He comforted him as he continued. "We have heard the tremendous efforts you spare them without complaint, I mean the ladies; but with compassion. We really appreciate all you do for them and we can't thank you enough. Many are the guards that are rotated in this compound but your name is the leading, not just that but your selflessness. I apologize for not coming to meet you sooner than this and for scaring you unintentionally a while ago. Hhmm!" Asamoah sighed adding up. "Some of the work hazards of the profession we chose oh! However, I am glad to have met you here today because, I get the chance to express my sincerest gratitude to you. "Thank you Boss!" Asamoah spoke, out pouring his profound gratefulness to bobby , who was overjoyed to have knowledge of himself being held in high regards by Asamoah. It meant so much to him to an extent where he didn't know what to do but knew better than to let it go to his head. "Ooh! Chairman!" Bobby called out Asamoah with a synonym in reference to his level of seniority. "It is no work at all. As a matter of facts, they are my sister's and I would do same and even more for a stranger, how much more small madam and Aunty Mansa. That not withstanding, they treat me nothing less than family. I am glad, I am able to render my help whenever it was needed." "That notwithstanding, are the ladies in?" Asamoah inquired. "Yes! As always since small madam's illness begun." "Ok! I will then proceed in now." Asamoah said taking his leave of bobby, rounded the back of his car, opened the booth then pulled out the huge box containing the package old soldier had shipped in. Bobby rushed to give him a helping hand which Asamoah declined by showing he was capable of handling the weights by hurling the extremely heavy enormous box over his shoulder with one smooth swing. He headed inside, leaving an overly excited displaced man at the gates. Who didn't know whether to dance or just jump till his limps would bounce no more at the interaction he just had.
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