Part 03.

''Problem one,'' Anita is already thinking as she climbs the stairs to the next floor.

''Well problem one is what it is: what is the custom? Who is the custom? Where is the custom? Why is the custom? And most importantly what time is the custom?''

In the mini conference room where she quietly stepped in, a lecture was being held by one Josh Duduyemi. Anita smiled, she had read his complete dossier and from what she recalled being told - he is no small fish to fry. He does know his salts. And by that, I mean that in the exact meaning of the word ''salts.'' You see Josh is a geologist. So he tends to think in term of strata, stratum, hierarchy and so on.

''How high does he think he can go?,'' she thought.

''Hey Josh how is the weather up there?''

''Fine Madam,'' he smiled from the left side of his mouth.

''This might just be the new inspectorate from above,'' Josh thought out aloud; slightly.

''Oh well, no amount of geo-economics jargon would impress her.''

''Hell it is even sending the others to excuse themselves to go and laugh it off in the restrooms.''

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