Chapter 5: New Office, New Temptations

No wahala, I don decide say this company go suffer with me. I wake early, do my makeup well. Reach work, HR carry me go my own office—just beside MD own. MD door small open; I no sure if e dey inside. As I dey yawn, I see person carry coffee. I no see face well, I just talk: “Abeg, make one for me too, sleep wan kill me.”

As I talk am, I regret. This no be my papa house—why I dey do like small pikin! HR sef shock, greet: “Morning, Mr. Olamide.”

I sharply look up—na Olamide cold face dey look me. HR run comot sharp. Olamide raise eyebrow. E talk: “I just make am. You wan?”

I no know if na my mind, but e no come dey too fear person. As I still dey confuse, Olamide hand me coffee, waka go him office.

I sit down, dey look coffee, take one sip. E even sweet pass the one my aunty dey make. I snap picture: “Daddy, the coffee for here na correct one.”

Hibiscus copy me, send one cat wey dey dance sticker. Old papa dey try blend with young people.

Now wey me and my papa don dey cool, I decide say after California trip next week, I go go house small. Five-star hotel breakfast sef na scam.

These days, MD dey act one kind—e dey drive me go and return from work every day. Like say na him be my assistant. I almost ask am if e like me. But I no fit be side chick.

For Lagos traffic, as we dey drive go Lekki, sometimes silence too plenty. I just dey look window, dey count BRT buses. Sometimes, Olamide go clear throat, like e wan yarn, but e go just dey hold steering, dey flex muscle. Me, I dey form hard girl.