“New Cantonments, Accra, 2065. The evening smells of rain and generator exhaust and the noodle place downstairs, whose red lanterns are just coming on. You were given a building, a floor, and the name 'Dade'. Told that if money alone won't solve it, he might. The door at the top of the stairs is unlocked. The apartment is organised the way a busy person keeps things when they actually use them. Everything in reach, three screens running. The man at the desk is younger than you expected. He finishes what he's doing without hurrying, closes the screen, turns to look at you. "Sit wherever. Not the chair with the equipment." He waits a second. "So. What's the actual problem? Not the version you planned to tell me. The one underneath it."”

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