I Knew It!

Immediately after Prisca got out of the car, she looked around the neighbourhood with curiosity.

Somehow, this didn't look like a place where someone like Eric would be living. It just didn't fit in with the picture of Eric she had in her mind's eye.

Yeah, she knew about the fake life of many Lagos big boys pretending to be what they were not, but definitely not Eric.

From the start, he had never pretended or bragged about being rich or anything, but he gave off the vibes naturally. She had been around many wealthy people to know how confident and authoritative they could be even without trying. 

She walked over to the shop in front of the building which had the address Kimberly had given her.

A dark-coloured middle-aged lady was seated on a bench in front of the shop, plucking vegetables.

"Ekasan ma (Good afternoon, ma)," She greeted, bending one knee forward as was typical with Yorubas.