It started with a post on Instablog9ja.
It announced an opening for a side-chick. For a concubine, the terms were somewhat stringent but then that was the advertiser's prerogative.
Surprising as the post was (with the comments that trailed it), more astonishing were the indications of interest (that poured in).
When he made the post, he was not sure how it would be received. But seeing the responses, he smiled. He spent time going through them and settled on three that seemed more like it.
He contacted them. They would meet him the next day, at different times, for the face to face assessment.
He cast a glance at the wall clock; it was time.
The door to the hotel room opened.
His kid sister, in the first year in the university, walked in.
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