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"Mister President, it's an honour to be invited to your big day. First Lady, you're as dazzling as ever. I remember when—"
Aminu smiled, nodded, shook hands. The words flowed out of him like muscle memory. Compliments. Laughter. Light touches on shoulders. The kind of charm that made people feel seen without him giving anything away.
"Thank you for coming," he said again. "It means a lot."
Another handshake.
Another smile.
Another glance to the side.
No Tayo.
Aminu's eyes kept drifting, sharp beneath the pleasant curve of his mouth. He knew the faces in front of him. Presidents. Ministers. Billionaires. Media kings. Oil families. Tech barons. Men who smiled with their teeth and calculated with their eyes.
"Mr President," a tall man said, accent heavy, "Nigeria has changed under your leadership."
Aminu laughed lightly. "Nigeria is always changing. I just happened to be here while it did."
The man laughed with him.
Aminu nodded, then turned slightly.
