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IRIS LUTHANGO

My phone buzzes once on the desk, a short vibration that slices through the silence of my study. I don't look at it immediately. I finish signing the last document in front of me ,ink neat, steady, controlled then I finally reach for the device.

A message from my assistant.
Subject line: "All Information Requested: Zimkitha S."

Ah. Finally. I lean back in my chair, tapping the screen open with slow precision. My assistant never disappoints ,he knows the difference between speed and care. And he knows better than to ask questions.