Angu Ogu arrived at the police station where I was undergoing questioning.
Everything seemed fine untilâ¦
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Angu Ogu clung to my chest, wailing loudly.
Her face was a mess, wet with tears and a runny nose.
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To comfort a crying child (at least in appearance), patting the head seemed to be the best approach.
At this point, it wouldn't be wise to discuss physical contact.
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I chuckled.
Was she angry, worried, or relieved?
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As we exchanged these words, female customers or perhaps her friends appeared.
Had they also undergone questioning?
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Angu Ogu's movements stopped there.
The female customers also looked uneasy.
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For some reason, Angu Ogu's expression turned stern.
Then she asked, >.
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I involuntarily stared blankly.
Angu Ogu sighed.
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I stared at the faces of the female customers, but I had no idea.
Where could I have met them?
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I hadn't noticed at all.
But now that she mentioned it, there seemed to be a faint recognition.
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Angu Ogu glared at the female customersâor rather, the members of the Secret Service.
She seemed angry with them.
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I recalled Angu Ogu's mother's face.
She seemed like the type who would casually do something like that.
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Ah, so that's why they were upset.
Indeed, if my mother had been investigating my friends without permission, I might not feel great about it either.
However, I completely understand in my case. I was quite suspicious, to be honest.
And although Angu Ogu wouldn't know, I had been under suspicion from the start. Soâ¦
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I unintentionally ended up responding like a comedy duo.
Is it normal to be concerned about this?
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Angu Ogu urged me on, pushing my back.
I vented my dissatisfaction.
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Because, if there had been a guardian role at the event I attended with Angu Ogu's invitationâ¦
I wouldn't have missed the pre-show announcement because someone next to me struck up a conversation!
If she had been my escort, she must have been discreetly following me even back then.
I had thought she couldn't stray far from Angu Ogu's surroundings.
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Unconsciously, I directed my gaze toward the Secret Service woman who had been pretending to be a female customer.
However, she had a somewhat troubled smile.
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