The missing โฆ25,000 had everyone pointing fingers.
Then Amaka turned to Shade.
"You know why I had to rush out... don't you?"
The room fell silent.
Shade swallowed.
"I did..."
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"I did…" Shade starts. Then adds quickly, "But I didn't tell you to drop the money somewhere."
The argument is about to catch fire — but Bisi raises a hand.
"Wait."โHe says it calmly, but it cuts through everything. "Let's not turn this into a fight."
He pauses.
"She asked me to watch her bag while she went out."
The room goes still.
Kunle's response comes like a reflex.
"And that was the same time the money disappeared."
Nobody moves. The clock ticks louder somehow. Every single eye in that room lands on Bisi.
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Then the door opens.
Mr. Alade walks in with a folder tucked under his arm. Mrs. Lawal follows, stepping quietly like she already knows everything and is choosing her moment.
Eight backs straighten at once.
Mr. Alade scans the room. "Good. Nobody should leave this place until we get to the bottom of this. โฆ25,000 is not a joke."
Mrs. Lawal steps forward. Her voice is soft — barely above a whisper — but the entire room goes dead silent.
"Children…"
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"I know how rumours can destroy lives."
She pauses, and her eyes move — face to face, slow and deliberate. "So before anyone speaks… think."
Then she asks it. Simple. Direct.
"Who touched Amaka's bag after she left the classroom?"
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