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This morning in Abuja, it rained heavily, as if the sky had opened up. The whole city was silent, with everyone staying indoors. I saw a massive house with its gate wide open, and suddenly, a speeding car zoomed in as if it were about to take off.

You couldn’t see who was inside because of the dark-tinted windows, but from the reckless driving, you could tell the person inside was careless. Loud music was blaring from the car, almost deafening. The car screeched to a halt at the entrance of another grand house and honked loudly. The security guard quickly ran to open the gate without needing to be told who it was. The car sped inside, and despite the continuous rain, no one stepped out for over five minutes.

Finally, the door opened, and a stunning young woman emerged, wearing dark sunglasses. She was dressed in tight-fitting clothes that accentuated her figure, with high heels clicking against the wet ground. The security guard rushed toward her, bowing as he greeted, "Welcome, Your Highness, Hajjaju, the pride of Mecca and Medina." She didn’t even glance at him and instead threw an umbrella at him. He quickly opened it and held it over her head to keep her dry. She strutted forward like a queen until she reached the entrance of a lavish living room. She stepped inside while the security guard remained outside, following her instructions.

Inside the living room, the housemaids were busy cleaning. The moment they saw her, they all knelt in greeting. She didn’t even acknowledge them, let alone respond. Instead, she started climbing the stairs, signaling that she was heading to the upper floor. It was only after she disappeared upstairs that the maids stood up, shaking their heads before continuing their chores.

She entered a bedroom without knocking. Inside, a middle-aged man sat on a grand bed, focused on his laptop, while a woman beside him was preparing coffee. From their cheerful conversation, it was clear she was his wife. Both turned to see who had walked in.

The moment he saw her, the man smiled warmly and said, “Oh, my love! Come here, what’s wrong? Why do you look so upset?”

The woman, Hajiya Maimuna, turned to him and asked, “Alhaji, I’ve finished what I was doing. May I leave now?”

He frowned slightly and replied, “Maimuna, why do you always leave whenever Sanam arrives? You know she doesn't like anyone around me except herself.”