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"Mr Silas," President Odetta gestured to him, as he took his seat.

"President Odetta," He replied.

"Well, since he's here, let's get this meeting started," President Odetta said, and passed one of the documents to Silas.

"Yes. Mr Silas, President Odetta here, told us that you want to get an admission into the institution, a backdoor admission if I must say and in return, you will be making a monthly donation of a total of $11 million. Is that true?," Jonathan as ...

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