EIGHTEEN
“Thanks for coming at such short notice,” Ike greeted Jimoh as he exited the lift onto the foyer.
“It’s not a problem,” Jimoh said as they shook hands.
“My office is this way.” Ike led the way down the aisle to his office in the corner. He walked in and waited as Jimoh followed.
Ike introduced Henry and the men shook hands before making themselves comfortable on the sofas. He offered a drink to Jimoh who accepted a bottle of malt.
“So Jimoh, I don’t know if you remember in your final year at Hillcrest, Malcolm Ibeh had a party at Zik Hall,” Ike said.
Jimoh’s lips widened in a big grin. “Of course I remember the party. After our final exams, most of us stayed behind to attend that party instead of heading home to our parents. I was one of those. It was the hottest party of th
