Episode 1

"Your boss will eventually sack you on your first day if you keep admiring yourself instead of taking a bath."

I turned my head to see Simbi standing by the doorframe, arms folded, a teasing smirk on her face.

"You better shut up," I shot back playfully.

Simbi rolled her eyes dramatically. "Madam, don't get upset oh! Keep looking at yourself. Well, what's my own? It's not like I'll be the one paying your bills."

Before I could reply, Oke pushed Simbi aside. "Don't worry, oremi, I'll pay your bills because I was the one that gave birth to you," she said sarcastically.

"Na una sabi," Simbi muttered.

"Good morning," I greeted them, shaking my head at their antics.

Simbi, Oke, and I had been friends since secondary school. Simbi now worked as a manager in an executive company, I had just gotten a new job, and Oke was in her final year at the university. We lived together, and honestly, they were the best friends anyone could wish for.

First Day at Work

So, I had just landed a job as the personal assistant to the youngest owner of an oil refinery. Oke, being her usual self, had spent the past few days teasing me about how ugly and arrogant my boss would be. That girl and her wahala!

I arrived at work at 8:15 AM, settled into my new office, and placed a small decorative item on my desk to make the space feel a little more like mine. Moments later, my phone buzzed with two messages—one from Oke, the other from Simbi.

Oke's message:

"Ayomi, ore mi atata (my dear friend), be good at work, you hear? You know I love you… and your salary so much! 🤗 Have a nice day at work. Kisses! 😘"

I rolled my eyes, smiling. Typical Oke.

Simbi's message:

"Madam, dedicate your mind to work, you hear? Have a great day."

Ever-serious Simbi. I sighed, placed my phone down, and got back to work.

At exactly 8:45 AM, the office line beeped. I was summoned to my boss's office.

"Here goes nothing," I muttered to myself as I made my way there.

Meeting the Boss

Israel Shola Williams.

Early thirties. Quite attractive.

When I walked into his office, he was on a call, speaking in a calm but authoritative tone. Maybe with a client, I guessed.

He turned slightly and saw me standing by the door. His gaze lingered on me for a few moments before he motioned for me to sit. Then, without a word, he turned back to his phone conversation.

Minutes passed.

At 9:30 AM, I was still seated in his office, my back aching from sitting so long. This guy can talk! I shifted in my seat, already feeling restless.

Finally, he ended the call and turned to face me.

"Hope I didn't make you sit unnecessarily," he said, walking toward me.

"Not at all, sir," I replied quickly.

"Alright then, let's begin," he said, getting straight to business.

I ran through his schedule for the week and upcoming events. After making necessary adjustments, I stood up, straightened my skirt, and prepared to leave.

"Alright, sir, I believe that should be all," I said.

He nodded with a small smile.

As I turned to leave, his voice stopped me.

"By the way, nice outfit."

I glanced down at my attire—a straight skirt, a white blouse, and a blue jacket.

"Thank you, sir," I murmured before stepping out.

The Confusing Part

Walking back to my office felt like a long journey. Along the way, I exchanged greetings with other employees, but my mind was still processing what had just happened.

The weirdest part? My boss had been smiling at me throughout the entire briefing.

Was he even paying attention to what I was saying? Or was my mind just playing tricks on me?

The way he looked at me… it wasn't just a normal look. It was like a child staring at something fascinating.

I shook my head, dismissing the thought.

The rest of the day was slow and uneventful—except for the fact that my boss kept randomly popping into my office to check if I was comfortable.

Who does that?

It was almost closing time when there was a soft knock on my door.

Weird.

It was my boss.

What could he possibly want now? Why not just call?

Standing at the door with his hands casually tucked in his pockets, he looked every bit the CEO that he was.

"Sir?" I said, standing up. "What can I do for you?"

He hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"I was wondering if you had a means of getting home… I mean, aside from public transport?"

I blinked, caught off guard.

"I could be of help if you need a ride," he added.

Well, what's my own? Free transport? I'd be saving money for another day.

"That would be nice, sir," I answered.

"Alright, meet me at the parking lot," he said before walking away.

Shola's POV

I entered my office and leaned against the desk, running a hand over my face.

What the hell did I just do?

WTF, Shola?!