PEACE AND LOVE DOESN’T LAST LONG | Ezekiel Millinga
"I called you several times. You weren't picking up my calls."
Baraka smiled. “Let’s talk in my office, then.”
Daniel nodded.
Baraka welcomed him to his office. It wasn't a big office but it was well-arranged and decorated. The pictures of great producers worldwide, his idols maybe, were on the walls together with a mission and vision statement. 55-inch, LG OLED
TV hung over the wall. There was one office table and two office chairs, one for the boss and the other for the visitor, probably. There was a two-person sofa too on the side.
“Would you like some coffee?” Baraka said after sitting.
“Haven’t you heard the news?” Daniel said.