“Good morning Sir,” Halima greeted the man standing in front of her desk, she knew he was the marketing manager but he had a very funny name which she never bothered to learn.
“Is Mr Oladele back?”
“Yes sir, I already informed him about your wanting to see him, he’s expecting you sir.”
“Good, I’ll just go in then.”
The door to Femi’s office opened and Femi looked up to see Mr Dar, although he did not know his full name, he knew the name started with Dar and ended with a tongue twisting word, back when he hung with the guys they had given Dar the nickname of Dada, which was ironic since Dar sported a lowcut and not dreadlocks.
Femi stood and extended his hands for a handshake.
“Femo, how far now? We no dey see you again ooooo?”
“My brother, so many things taking up my time ooo, but I’m good.” both men took their seats while Femi continued, “Na your department wan put my head for hanger, I offend una?”
“I’m sorry about that, I ought to be out now as I have a meeting in the next forty-five minutes but I had to come apologise personally.”
“So what exactly happened?” Femi asked.
“The thing is we hired a new secretary, she just made a mess ooo, not just the reports alone but some other things as well, she is on disciplinary action now anyways.” Dar spoke while stealing numerous glances at his wristwatch.
Femi most have noticed because his response got Dar laughing out of embarrassment.
“Are you to trying to show off your watch or something?” Femi smirked.
Dar laughed and stood, “No mind me jaweee, I’m going to run late if the traffic is terrible, thats the cause of my worry.” he shook Femi’s hands, “apparently the report was sent to Miss Sandra’s office, your female friend.” he concluded with a mischievious glint in his eyes.
Femi laughed and shook his head, “She’s taken oooo, I’m signing out on her jaweee.”
“Eyah, its a pity the beautiful ones are all taken.” Dar concluded while moving towards the door, “I’ll see you later.”
“No wahala, I hope the traffic doesn’t do you strong thing.”
Dar nodded his head and shrugged slightly, his body language spoke ‘I hope so too’.
Femi continued what he was doing before Dar had come to see him, he contemplated on calling Sandra for the report, he did not want to increase their proximity and he honestly did not want to damage their friendship, she had been a good friend.
Few minutes later, Sandra called to inform him that she had found the report, she had promised to send it over but Femi had agreed to come pick it up himself.
When he ended the call, he wondered why he had made that decision, was that the best way to create some distance between them? It certainly was not.
Fola was devastated, he had been trying to reach Omo since yesterday but she wasn’t picking his calls and afterwards her phone had been switched off.
He wished he were in Benin, at least he would know what was going wrong, he had been trying to guess all day but he just could not place his hands on it.
Were her parents the problem, was it something that had to do with Victor? Was she cheating on him? His sub-conscious had quickly reminded him that he was cheating on her as well, but he had justified himself that he was doing it for the betterment of their lives.
His sub-conscious had refused to keep mute and had pointed out that she probably did it for the same reason, at that point he had refused to think about any reason anymore, he would save himself the unnecessary headache and guilt.
All he wanted was for Omo to pick up and explain to him whatever the problem was, he made up his mind, he had to leave for Benin that week.
Sandra had promised to get the complete money later, but he would manage whatever she could offer and leave her for good, he longed to be with Omo and Victor and he would just see to that.
He stood from the bed he had been lying in the whole day, wore a shirt and left his apartment for Sandra’s office, somebody was going to get a surprise visit.
“Christy, Mr Oladele should come to see me anytime soon, when he arrives just let him in” Sandra informed her secretary over the phone.
“Yes Ma, but what if you have a visitor.”
“visitor, hmmmm just let him in, he simply wants to pick a document…” she sighed, “there’s no point delaying him.”
Fola took the elevator and walked towards Sandra’s office, he greeted her secretary who allowed him in, since Fola frequented the office, Christy hardly bothered to inform Sandra when he arrived.
Sandra looked up from the documents she was working on, it was quite early, what was Fola doing in her office this early.
“Missing me already,” she said, almost a question.
“You don’t know how much.” He walked up to her and swooped her in his arms before she could protest, he knew he had to put up his game in order to accomplish his mission.
He kissed her lips, face, neck, eyes and every part of her body he could access.
Sandra moaned softly, the last person she had expected to see was Fola but she was enjoying the sweet torment his mouth was doing to her body.
She suddenly remembered she was expecting Femi, she had informed her secretary to let him in whenever he arrived. Inasmuch as she didn’t mind making out with Fola in her office, she wouldn’t appreciate any intrusion especially from Femi.
“Honey, I have to make a call, it would be quick.” she said huskily and walked to get her phone.
Fola felt insulted, why would she want to make a call now, he came for business and he wasn’t going to let anything get in his way.
“It can wait,” He held her hands and tried to pull her back to him.
“Please, I’ll be quick.”
Fola with the speed of light pushed her to her seat and started tickling her, he knew her archilles heel.
Sandra was begging him almost immediately while gasping for breath, he had then united their lips, that call would have to wait whether she liked it or not.
Femi walked to the marketing department, he wondered why he had decided to pick the report himself.
For goodness sake, he was supposed to work on deleting his crush on Sandra and here he was going to her office to get a mere report which could have been sent through her secretary.
He couldn’t decipher if his action was a silly or manly one, If she couldn’t be his girl, it didn’t stop them from being friends right? He tried to convince himself.
“Good day Sir, you can go in she’s expecting you.” the secretary who was typing informed him.
Femi gave a slight knock and opened the door to Sandra’s office, what he saw was the last straw that broke the camel’s back.
Sandra quickly buttoned up her blouse, she was embarrased beyond words, couldn’t Femi had waited a little bit? She could have just prevented this by making that call.
Fola who was adjusting his shirt gave Femi a look that shot daggers, why had the guy interrupted? couldn’t Sandra’s secretary had called to inform Sandra of a visitor?
Femi looked at the couple and just couldn’t find his mouth producing anywords to them, he knew he ought to say something but he just couln’t find the words.
If there was any thing he had realised, it was the fact that Sandra could never be his, he didn’t like the look Sandra’s boyfriend was giving him.
He had to say something and just leave before the guy probably did or said something harsh, “I’m sorry for interrupting, I’ll come back later,” he immediately turned and left Sandra’s office.
He walked back to his office with a feeling of dejection, would he ever find love? His last experience of love had been bitter and painful, and Sandra had shattered the little confidence he had gathered to give love another chance.
He wondered if life would have been better for him had he ended up being celibate………………..TO BE CONTINUED