She wouldn't call an elder by his first name.

Jaxon was the first to clear his throat while his father gulps down a glass of water.

"Team Leader.. these things, shouldnt we leave it to them to handle?" Jaxon suggests.

Mrs Mo shakes her head. "No way! Ambrose looks too reserved, knowing how inexperienced he is, isnt it your duty as his brother to help him get closer to the one he loves. Intimacy brings a special and different type of closeness. The more we are able to quickly bring them together, the easier it will be for me to get a grandchild."

Mr Mo felt it was ridiculous but whatever his wife says is always the best so he didnt bother stopping her.

"Comrade Jaxon you are in charge of keeping Ambrose home open to us. That way we can sneak in and prepare a romantic dinner and decorate the bed with flowers. With a sweet scented candle."

Jaxon scratches the back of his head and stylishly questions. "About that..you wont be using an aphrodisiac containing candle will you?"

There was some sort of evil glint behind her eyes but she quickly waves his question away with her hand. "Of course not. What do you take me for? I am not that desperate. The first mission will be to go to Ambrose house and prepare everything after we are sure he wont be going back to his house unless Christmas celebration ends on that day. With which, I will task you two with finding out if he wont be returning home and with the decorations. If you mess up..." she fists her hand at them and they scoot their chairs backwards. "You will learn it the hard way."

"Excuse me...shouldnt we first be sure if they are ready to sleep with each other first?"

Mrs Mo gave him a scrutinizing gaze. "They have known each other for two months and have been together for a month what else do we need? Just do what you are told. Dismissed." She signals to Jaxon to take back the board.

As soon as he helped her with what she wanted, Jaxon didnt stay another second before getting in his car and rushing home. If he were to ever bring a lady home, would his fate be the same as his brothers right now? Just as he was alighting from his car in his house, he met his brother leaning against his door, waiting for him.

Feeling awkward especially after they have conspired against the man and his girlfriend, he quickly thought of a way to escape. "Ahahah..brother, I am so sleepy. I dont have time to chit chat with you." He quickly unlocked his front door and went inside. Mo Ambrose shook his head and went after him.

"Why are you acting weird? Like you are conspiring against me?" He questions toying with his phone.

Jaxon quickly laughs loudly. "Ahahah..am I? I am just tired. Say what do you want from me now?"

"What gift would you give your girlfriend? If you had one."

Walking towards the kitchen, he fetched himself a glass of water and drank it before giving his brother a cunning smile. "Oh. You want to give big sister in law something? Well...let me see. You know her better so you should know what she likes best. Is she the jewelry type or clothes type or bags type? Only you can know."

He simply nods his head and walks back to his house that was just next door. When he decided to buy this property he made sure to not let his brother know so the fool wouldn't buy a house close to him but Jaxon still managed to buy a house next to him. Sometimes he just wants to throw the young man on a desert and forget him there.

Ambrose took his bath and settled in his study to do some work when he recieved a message from Folawe. It was attached with a document.

'President Mo, I have looked through the contract and it seem reasonable. Good night.'

It was concise and exactly what Mo Ambrose likes but for some reason he felt uncomfortable and picked the phone to call her while opening the document on his laptop.

"Preaident Mo..." her calm voice calls.

"Sorry to bother you late at night but I would like to ask what are your likes?"

"My likes? I like food." Was the first thing she said and it made Mo Ambrose laugh. Short as it was. He leans into the chair, swirling around expecting her to say more things. "I love money. I like good looking men. Boys arent really my type."

"So it is safe to say I am your type?"

"Yes."

"Can I call you by your first name?"

"Yes."

"Which Folawe is it? Omofolawe or Adefolawe?" His mothers question wouldn't get out of his mind.

"Omofolawe."

"Do you like jewelry?"

"Yes. But I dont fancy it that much."

"Bags and shoes?"

"Definitely. I prefer heels. As you have seen, I am not that far from the ground."

"Hmm...Folawe, around what time would you be ready on christmas?"

"What time do you need me to be ready President Mo?"

Her professional manner of speaking was starting to get on his nerves.

"I will ask my assistant to pick you up tomorrow for measurement of your dress and have the clothe delivered a day to Christamas. On Christmas I will pick you up by 12. Is that okay?"

"Of course. I am good with that arrangement."

There was a few minutes of silence before she spoke again.

"If that is all, then I would like to go bed."

"You are being too professional." He finally said.

"I figured you would prefer that. Afterall we arent in a real relationship." She explains.

"But this is supposed to look like a real relationship. What will you do if my parents find out we are faking this? You read the contract? Yes. Then you must be aware of the penalty that comes with it if you dont keep your end of the contract."

Folawe released a sigh into the phone. "Actually you intimidate me President Mo. And I dont want to rant on about whatnot, so I am being professional to keep my cool. Heheheh..." she added a chuckle at the end.

So that was it?

Smiling, Mo Ambrose picks the pen on his table and begins to fiddle with it. "Call me by my first name."

"What! I possibly cant. My parents have taught me to respect my elders. I cant do that."

Suddenly a gloomy look was on Mo Ambrose face. His eyes looked darker and the room appeared to have suddenly being engulfed in a cold mist. Elders? Is he that old? There is just ten years difference between them.

"Good night Folawe." He hung up before she could say a thing.

Folawe stares at her phones cracked screen and shrugs. Why does she fell as if there were a pair of cold eyes on her? Did he sound gloomy at the end? Did she say something wrong?

Mo Ambrose who had wanted to get some work done couldn't do a thing and just went to bed. Dwelling on the fact that he had just being referred to as an elder by his 'supposed girlfriend.'