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Ivie Thomas came expectant, why bother coming if she was not serious about having an encounter with the God her Personal Assistant, Rita Adedeji, passionately spoke of. She was led to the third row by a rather bubbly usher and kindly obliged. Making a mental note to tell Rita that the church was quite decent with its well ventilated tilted concrete on a concave-shaped plan with bare walls and little vases of freshly plucked flowers arrayed each rows. She was here for God. ♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤ Rita Adedeji could barely contain her joy when she saw her heavily rounded boss walk into her home church, Living Fountain Springs. The same church she met Tunde, and the same church she chose to be a vessel to be used by God to reach others. She remembered the day before she went for the interview at Ivie’s Startup company, she knew that she was to be a change in the company somehow but she had not envisioned it being a source of light to her Boss. Even with the black sequined buba that Ivie wore, and he

She kept it at a minimal, she just wiped her face with a detox facial wipe and put a glossy lip gloss, bathed her eyes in a partially dried mascara she found beside her bedframe, wore her only nice dress remaining, a floral adire mini length gown. Bugo sighed as she wondered what propelled her to talk to Madam Atinuke or better still accept her invite. She took the flyer from her broken legged dresser and took the back door to avoid Baba Salami, the landlord targeting her for insults this morning, She was only owing two months salary. The church looked decent as she sneaked in and spied to see if she would see a familiar face. She regretted instantly the minute Madam Atinuke waved her over. She pretended like she didn't see her and felt a tap on her shoulder.  “Ma'am, we have a special seat for you in front,” Bugo smiled and knew it was Madam Atinuke's handiwork that she was taken from the backseat. She saw her smiling and muttered a greeting, “Bugo, I am so glad to see you