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It goes without saying that her kind gesture was a topic of jest in the office. She had become Mike’s wife as the other guys (apart from Emeka and Greg) put it. The poking didn’t bother me. I was too busy enjoying my fried rice, chicken and yogurt. I had a smile on my face like the cat that ate the canary. She blushed (well, the Nigerian version of blushing) when we made eye contact.
I knew I had to say something after work.
By four o’clock that evening, only three of us were left in the office. I, Emeka and Uzomaka sat facing our different workstations. I guess Emeka was using the work I had given him two weeks ago to make sure he left with Uzomaka. She was working on something I had given her in the morning and I was working on something my boss gave me an hour ago. The rest went home as soon as they had cleared their desks.
I finished my work and started packing up my bag.
Knowing that I had to lock up the office and hand over the key to a security guard, Uzi (her nickname) started doing the same. Emeka however was taking his sweet time at his work. I took a second from packing up to tell him to pack up before he followed suit.
On our way downstairs, Emeka blurt out a question.”
What are your intentions for my sister?” It came as a demand with an undertone of desperation. I stopped walking. She did too. I stretched out my hand, held hers, and pulled her o my side. Looked at her, smiled, looked at him and said “my intentions towards this lovely lady are absolutely NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS”. She couldn’t fight back the chuckle that hit her. We went on talking about work related stuff (with her) before she went into the car that had come to pick her up, he sped off in his and I took a cab home…as usual.
I got home and got a text. It was from my bank. I had got half a million naira deposited into my account from the caretaker. I wanted to scream! I had to comport myself and call the landlord to give him the news. After the usual pleasantries, he asked me if I had been reimbursed by the caretaker. I was surprised that he was not surprised by the amount they deposited. He even went further by telling me that week long renovations on Tinuke’s apartment were going to start the next day. He asked that I should help keep an eye on the progress of the work whenever I got the chance as a favour to him.
Let’s face it, if someone gave you half a million naira; you would automatically owe him at least two favours. I only spent a hundred and fifty thousand naira on the renovations!
The following morning, I got a knock on my door. It was a guy who introduced himself as the contractor that was going to renovate the apartment across from mine. He gave me a spare key and said his crew would start later on. He just wanted to give me the keys before I went off to work.
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