DEJI

He is flirting with her and I don't like it. Period. I don't pay her to flirt with my business partners and friends. And she is also flirting back, that is what annoys me the most.

Kwame knows what he is doing and I'll give him a thumbs up on that. Flaunting his status and wealth in front of her, like when he said his car can accomodate all of us and true to his words, a limousine shows up to take us to our destination.

At least, she turned off walking with him. I smirked at that one. The hurt he expressed as a result brought nothing but joy to my heart.

As we approach the building which would soon turn out to be a branch of Jimdey in Ghana, Kwame speaks to her again.

"But seriously, beautiful, how did a girl as pretty as yourself land a job of an assistant?" I do a double-take at him just to be sure I heard right. This is definitely going over board.

"It is an excellent job." She says, smiling at him before exchanging eye contacts with me.

"It could be more excellent if you come work for me, don't you think?" He says.

"Thank you, Mr. Boateng but I'll say no to that too." Better, because any stupid word from her would have meant job termination.

"Kwame, ahofe (beauty), Kwame. Call me, Kwame please." He stresses.

"Alright." She says, simply.

"You break my heart, pretty." Pretty, beautiful, blah blah. Can this guy just stop flirting with her in my presence? It is disrespectful and irritating at the same time. Any more flirting and I will explode because I am on the verge of losing my patience.

The car comes to a halt in front of a tall building still under construction.

"This is your site, Deji. Do you want to take a look at the insides?" So, he finally got back his voice of reasoning? Interesting.

"Definitely. That's what we are here for, right Kwame?" I stare her down as I reply him. Her eyes immediately goes down as she fondles with her fingers.

"Sure." We get down from the vehicle and someone hands each of us an overall and a helmet for protection. There is a changing room, so it is quite easy to change into our protective gears.

Kwame is the first to get into the room and put on his overall, coming back with this helmet still in his hands. I follow suit and do the same while Miss Omozuwa goes in after me.

Overall never looked better on anyone. Afterall, she is an engineer. As she walks out of the room, she looks like the mummy looking model in that michellin poster because she was given an oversized overall, but it did look fine on her. I zero those thoughts off my head as we begin work, inspecting the construction at hand and occassionally, Kwame flirts with her.

UWA

What is with this man sef? How will he ask how I got this job? Hmmm, if only he knows the way somebody was suffering before this job. It is as if they sent him from village because I have not even successfully clocked one month and this man wants me to lose my job already. Laho o (please).

Currently, we are back at Kempinski, done with an exhausting day. Time flies because it is 4:17pm already. Well, I am glad we had stopped at a restaurant to eat before coming here because I needed that food.

"So, between Nigerian Jollof and Ghanaian Jollof, which do you think tastes better?" So, he does this too? I chuckle at the thought of the famous jollof battle.

"Naija jollof, obviously." I reply him.

"You wish. Have you tasted our jollof before?" He asks.

"No. I have not." I say in response to his question.

"How then do you know which one is better?" He asks, raising his eyebrows at me as we step into the elevator.

"I just know." I shrug while speaking. This man lets out a hearty laugh and mumbles 'humans' under his breath before speaking.

"How about you confirm that by going on a date with me tomorrow? We could have some Ghanaian Jollof." That is a sly one. Such a smart way to ask a lady out.

"I don't know, Mr. Boa..." I am cut off by him.

"Kwame. Tomorrow is your free day before you guys travel back to Nigeria the day after. Just say yes. Besides, I am sure your boss would not mind." He shrugs.

"Or do you mind, Deji?" He asks.

"No, I don't." He replies without looking at us.

"Okay." I find myself agreeing to dinner with him.

"Thank you, ahonfe." He takes my hands in his and gives it a kiss again. The elevator dings, signalling arrival on our floor.

"See you tomorrow by 6pm." He winks at me as boss man and I step out, leaving him in the elevator which closes off soon. I did not miss the air kisses that he also blows my way and I chuckle at that.

Deji clears his throat at me, he scoffs before speaking.

"You surprise me, Miss. Omozuwa. Little attention and you are already losing your senses."

It is none of your business. Besides, you practically gave him the go ahead to take me out. You see these words, they are the things I so badly want to say to him but liver dey fail me. Chai.

This man is simply a handfull. I don't remember seeing any part of my contract to work with him giving him the permission to interfere with personal matters. If not for the pay ehn, this man would have received some serious reply from me since.

Little did I know that it was going to be sooner than I expected.

•••••

The next day, I go out to a nearby store after getting guidance from the flirting receptionist. I purchase some yards of Kente, since luckily they accept Naira notes in this store due to its proximity with a hotel known to accommodate foreigners.

By evening, as I prepare for the outing with Kwame, one thing runs through my mind; all this gist will just kill Nimi once she hears them. Ahh, I miss my bestie. We have been chatting on whatsapp but I kept the gist to myself. I want to see her face when I tell her everything. So yeah, it is worth it.

After dressing up, by 6pm, I head out of the suite, passing by Deji who totally ignores my presence. I don't know if it is just me but his attitude became worse after yesterday.

Just in luck as I arrive outside the door, Kwame walks out of the elevator, striding towards me. He could have just waited for me to walk to him because it seems like double work to me.

"You look absolutely gorgeous." He compliments, his hands in his pockets. At least, he did not peck mine today.

"Thank you, Kwame." He smiles as I mention his name. What? This is not a business meeting, so I can call him by his name if he keeps insisting.

"Shall we? Ladies first." He says. We get into his car, this time, it is a black masserati and not the limo.

We head to a restaurant and this man orders Ghana Jollof for me. It's not called Ghana Jollof here, though. It is just called Jollof; I put the Ghana there to lay more emphasis.

"Hmmm. This tastes nice." I compliment.

"And?" He asks, suggestively.

"But it does not taste as good as Naija jollof, so we win. But the chicken is nice, hits back home." I chuckle, to which he shakes his head.

"I know you will never admit it." He stops eating and starts staring at me, making me feel too conscious.

"That's awkward, stop staring." I say.

"I can't help it. You are so beautiful." He says to me like he is in a trance. Some specie of men sha.

"And nothing can happen between us." I complete for him.

"Yeah. I know. I already sensed that." He shrugs. Sense what, abeg? Are you a vampire ni?

"Don't worry. You will soon understand." He answers like he knows what is going on in my head. Weird.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:
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