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Tunde Leye 129<br />
The hall was amazing. Imani fitted perfectly into the Olympian setting with<br />
her Greek gown. After the headlining performance of the night, it was time for<br />
the grand finale. Imani crossed her fingers and waited for the announcers to<br />
name the winner.<br />
Even though he was doing everything to keep Imani calm through the<br />
event, Lucan himself was anything but calm. This was a den of demons, he<br />
knew it. Their presence made his skin crawl. All around, he could see their<br />
hideous forms camouflaged in human skin. He felt something ominous about<br />
this gathering. There was something going on here. He made up his mind that<br />
he would not let Imani out of his sight that night. And once the award was over,<br />
he would get her out of there as fast as he could. The announcer was about to<br />
announce the winner. He hoped it wouldn't be Imani. He didn't need this night<br />
to be any longer than necessary. They needed to get out of there. Fast.<br />
“And the winner is…” The announcer paused for effect. A hush went over<br />
the whole arena. “Imani!”<br />
It took Imani moments to realise that she was the one called. Again, Lucan<br />
came to her rescue, helping her to her feet and ushering her to the stage. By<br />
the time she got to the stage, she had composed herself. She went through her<br />
acceptance speech smoothly. As she got off the stage, her arm in Lucan's, a<br />
flurry of photographers' flashes went off. The images would be on every news<br />
medium in a matter of moments.<br />
Imani and Lucan were ushered away from the hall into an exclusive office<br />
with a huge mahogany desk as its centrepiece. There was a huge monitor on<br />
the wall, where a live streaming of the award was ongoing. One of the artistes<br />
was giving the final performance of the night. A middle-aged, bespectacled<br />
man sat behind the desk. Seated on either side of the man were three other<br />
men of varying ages and one very beautiful woman. They all wore dark suits,<br />
except the woman, who wore a short gown. They exuded power.<br />
“Congratulations, Imani,” the man behind the desk said in a rich voice.<br />
Lucan was alarmed. No, alarmed was an understatement. They had just<br />
been ushered into a room full of the most powerful demons he had ever seen in<br />
his short career as a guardian. It was clear to him now that the whole award
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