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"All you pple hyping Korean guys ehn na still Nigerian guy you go marry oooo"

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I felt particles fall on my face while sleeping. Trying to be the tolerant person I was, I turned to the wall just to ignore whatever Christy was doing.

Bang!

Crack!

Slip!

Christy kept making series of noises as she prepared herself for the morning. Why was she even preparing herself by this hour? She usually worked late at night.

Boom!

"Christabelle!" I finally snapped, flinging the wrapper used in covering myself to God knows where. My jaw automatically dropped taking note of Christy's skimpy silver thigh length gown, which glittered under the light coming from the bulb above our heads. "No be new gown be this?"

"Morning to you too," Christy responded wearily while I rolled both eyes. "Go have your bath and get dress."

"Uh?" There was no reason for me to go have my bath and get dress first thing in the morning, since I wasn't going out. Today wasn't the interview, but tomorrow.

"Alhaji Muhammad, is taking me out and I'm entitled to bring a plus one." The smile on my face grew as I knelt on the hard foam.

"They get friend? Friend na your mate?!" I hailed Christy. "Babe I too go love you."

"Wear that my nude liquid gown and water golden heals." Christy tried to say as she began placing mascara on her already long lashes.

"Oshey!" I zoomed to get my towel and wrapper before heading out. Another post was awaiting me.

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We were in an exclusive restaurant. I didn't take note of the name when walking in, but was I awed by how luxurious the interior was. Christy had really gotten a catch this time, as this chief looked richer than the others. Maybe, this one will actually vomit money and boost us to flat.

I was still in awe when I took my seat. The whole place was so shiny and bright. Brighter than my future even. From the golden furniture to the Golden chandeliers on the ceiling. The light was so orange it made it look like I got inside a place made of real gold. The floor were white and sprinkles of gold could be seen on it. A stage was also made for classical musicians to display their talents.

Alhaji Muhammad didn't have the body of a wealthy man. He looked so skinny and his neck felt it was going to disappear any minute from now. His cheek bone were so high up I felt it would cut through my skin if being touched. Where did all the money go to? Christy had to use extra extra extra condom with this man.

Alhaji Muhammad also made me a bit uncomfortable. He was here for my friend but his eyes never left me for a second. He even had the guts to lick his lower lips, sprouting so much saliva it made me so irritated. I needed to get out and do something productive with my life, which involved taking so many pictures.

"Christabelle," I called with clear intonation. "May I have your phone, please? I need it to place the orders from last night."

Christy creased her brows in confusion, then muttered an 'oh' after realising. "Sure, why not? Take all the time you need baby." Christy handed her phone to me, then turned to the chief. "She supervise a lot and her phone seem a bit occupied at the moment."

I got up from the chair and left the two gross couples to have an alone time. There was no reason as to why I wasn't using my phone. The comparison between Infinix hot 7 and iPhone X, was enough explanation.

Getting to the parking lot, I scanned the area for the most expensive and most luxurious car. My twitter followers were in it for a surprise.

I found one and majestically swayed my hips while moving towards the car. Of course, I gained guys attention in the process. Finally getting to the car, I angled Christy's phone while searching for my good angle or good side. There wasn't a style I did not do with my beautiful face. Wink, pout, smile, emo, tongue out, V sign, surprise expression, name them.

Taking my eighteenth picture, a shadow fell upon my face, blocking the perfect sun for the perfect sun kiss photo. I placed the phone down, ready to glare at the individual.

"Can you like move?" I said, then paused, shocked to see no other but Henry, the arrogant celebrity. I was shocked and speechless but chose not to show it. Besides, it wasn't like he was going to recognize me. "Haven't you seen a beautiful girl taking pictures in front of her car?"

I scoffed, then folded my arms. The way I was bumping into celebrities was strange. It was super rare in the past. By celebrities, I meant one annoying ugly celebrity.

Henry didn't say a word as he stepped closer. I took a step back, then watched as he placed his left hand into his pocket. Next thing I knew, the car behind me made a beeping sound.

Henry brought out his keys while I inwardly prayed for the ground to swallow me. This was the most embarrassing day of my life.

"You should move," It was Henry. "You're obstructing me from getting into my car."

I noticed a small smirk on his face which made the situation a whole lot worst. I stepped aside without a word and watched him open and get into the car. Once he closed the door, I thought he was going to reverse and drive off but no, he stuck his head out one last time. "I thought you'd change considering the other day. I guess not."

My jaw dropped as I heard the engine get turned on, then him reversing out of his parking spot.

"You bastard!" I yelled so loud which was useless cause he was already gone.

I looked down at my phone then at Christy's phone, as I clicked on the Xender app. I wouldn't let some proud celebrity spoil my day.

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"You what?!" Christy, whisper-yelled. The Alhaji had excused himself to go to the restroom, leaving just Christy and I. I was filling Christy in on what happened at the parking lot, while eating the delicious meal we ordered. Though it was delicious, it had long ass names that I couldn't pronounce. "Why you of all people? God, I wish I was there."

"How would you be, when you were dating your ancestor." I tried cutting the beef with a table knife. Fuck being fancy. "I was snapping in front of his car o, and I did not even know. God, I've never been this embarrassed. And worst, the dude recognized me."

"He did?" Christy was actually stunned, while taking a sip of her red wine. "He meets thousands of fans everyday. Why would he recognize you?"

"First impression, maybe?" I shrugged, then shook my head immediately. "The thing is, I was so fucking embarrassed. I wish the ground could swallow me."

Christy gave out a small laugh. "I've always told you, examine your environment first before showing off so you won't get caught. Just that you never learn."

"Fake life 101," I hissed, then brushed her off using my free hand. "Where's your ancestor?"

"Sugar daddy," Corrected Christy. I laughed.

"Oga, that one is not counted as a sugar daddy but your ancestor. If they call people with sugar daddies you sef go follow come out. Hope say you no go do sex. You'll just kill him o." Christy ignored, eating her meal. "Or even though you two want to knack, better use extra layers of condom before you come home with one mumu disease. I'll just pursue you."

"You're ma-" Christy was about giving me the waka sign when her Alhaji decided it was time to join in. She placed her hands down and sprouted fake chuckles.

Hope; one, Christy; zero.

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Finally, it was the next day. The D-day. I was a nerve wreck. Christy and Baby was helping me out with my make-up. My hair had been packed and stuffed into a weave on cap and Baby, placed the boy wig on it. The white plastic that got stuck to my forehead was brown, which was my colour. Christy placed the full brows above my slightly slimmer ones, then Baby helped with the sideburns.

My dressing was perfect, except from my breast which was squeezed at so many uncomfortable places. I was putting on a nude coloured shirt with thick lathered jackets which showed fake biceps.

"Heat dey catch me o," I complained, because of the extra layers I was putting on.

"Better manage," Christy said, as she took several pictures of me with her phone. "God, you're so unrecognizable. Still a bit feminine for a boy, but guess what? Most real boys are actually feminine and pretty. Just pass the interview."

I placed my legs into the male booth that was a little high. It was alright, since it pushed my height to the required one.

"See," Baby tapped my shoulders so I'd turn to him. "Just answer what I'd answer."

"Don't do that, anything but that. Look," Christy turned me towards her. "You watch those your boring Korean movies, right? What do they do to not get caught early? Apply that. You're smart, your credentials alone shows that. It still baffles me how you can't find a decent job with how good your results are. I believe you can pull this off. Look at yourself," Christy brought out her phone and showed it to me. There was my current picture in it. "You do look like a boy. Deeper voice and slight change of personality is all you need to pull this off."

Her pep talk gave me the motivation I needed. I nodded, taking deeper breath. "I can do this."

"That's the spirit!" Cheered Christy. I nodded again. It was now or nothing. And when I say nothing, I meant it.

No hundred kay.

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Baby had accompanied me to Filmzy Entertainment. Apparently, the industry needed a bodyguard for one of their stars. Neither Baby nor I, was sure if it was okay to walk me in. So to be on the safe side, he decided to wait for me outside on his power bike, while I go in myself.

Thanks to a staff, I was directed to the waiting room. It was shocking to see many applicants. Men, with real muscles, bald heads and thick bears. I was a baby compared to them. Any of these men could practically squash me to the ground.

I sat at the edge of the plastic bench, minding my very own business. Resting my back, I tried to control the thumbing in my chest. The man sitting next to me, decided to start a talk. "You are hear for the bodyguard job?"

It took me seconds to know he was talking to me. "Yes."

I patted my back mentally, proud I remembered to use a deep voice. "Aren't you just too small?"

"Aren't you just too big?" I fired back. I hated nonsense.

"This is the right size," Said the man, proudly laughing out in self confidence. "Obviously."

"Who told you?" I asked, half heartedly.

"I just-"

"Know?" I lifted a brow. "The world is revolving. This is the right size." I pointed at my chest. "Get your point straight."

The man beside me gave a hard glare and was ready to grab my small neck. "Hope Prince?"

I was saved by the receptionist. It was Christy's idea to use my real name since it was unisex, unlike Cherry.

"You're called," The receptionist completed. I wouldn't be told twice. I jumped up with my credential, which Baby had faked last night, to the direction the receptionist informed me with.

My credentials weren't really faked. Baby only changed my pronoun to the opposite and photo shop my passport to look like that of a boy. No fears though, my original credentials without any sort of edits were in my luggage at home.

I finally got to the office, knocked twice then opened the door. At the other side was a fair lady sitting behind a desk. She looked sophisticated enough, as I walked further into the office. Getting further enough, the lady looked up with both hands crossed on her desk.

"You're quite small," Was the first thing she said as I staggered forward one last time. "Have your seat."

"Thank you," I muttered deeply, while sitting down. I was extra cautious with everything I do, so I won't get caught.

"What's your name and how old are you?" The woman asked. I fidgeted with my fingers, away from her line of vision.

"Hope Prince, twenty-two years old." My response got the woman nodding, as she marked something on a white sheet with a blue pen.

"Alright Hope Prince," The lady cleared her throat then morphed into a grim expression. I gulped at how serious she had automatically become. "Let's begin your interview."

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