Jimi’s POV
I sat in my office signing some documents that were already overdue but still felt the urge to just abandon them and call Nene again. It’s been two days since the incident with Amaka and she's been ignoring my calls and not replying my texts. God Amaka acted crazy that day. A slight knock on my door brought me out my thoughts.
"Good morning sa,"
"Ehen Abdulsalam how now? Get me a can of origin and some meat pie from the kitchen,” I ordered the messenger staff that walked in to pick up the trash can from my office.
"OK Sa," he said before emptying almost half of the bin on the floor.
"Kaikaikai sorry sir!" he said bashfully, briefly rushing out and coming back in with a broom and dust pan.
My phone ignited indicating I had a call. When I looked at the caller's ID I grabbed the device as quick as possible and answered it.
"Nene, Hey,"