contract - Season 1 - Episode 5

4 years ago

contract - Season 1 - Episode 5

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She just hoped she would get the job after
all the trouble she went through just to get
to Mr. Ademi’s office.

She was still nervous about seeing him
again. She had to admit, he was very
attractive. She had no idea who he was and
she was very rude, but still, he offered her a
job; so he was nice too.

She shook her head trying to get rid of her
thoughts. Who cared if he was handsome or
nice? She just needed the job. She had a bill
to pay.

She walked up to the reception where a
man was sitting there clicking away on a
laptop. She mustered enough courage and
walked up to him with a polite smile.
“I’m here to see Mr. Ademi.” She said with a
strained smile. He looked at her with
suspicion. He gave her a curt nod and
asked, “Do you have an appointment?”
“He gave me his card?” She said unsure and
then placed her purse on the table. She
started rummaging through it, obviously
frustrated and the man rolled his eyes at
her. After bringing out her lip gloss, phone,
a gum wrapper, her C.V, and some scraps
of paper, she brought out the rumpled card.
“Here it is.” She smiled triumphantly and he
grunted in response while eyeing the card.

“31st floor. Meet his secretary.” He grunted
rudely and looked back at his laptop without
waiting for her reply.

She looked at him in surprise. Weren’t
receptionists supposed to be friendly? He
obviously hated his job.

Ignoring his attitude, she walked towards the
elevators. She passed the one that read,
‘Private’, and went to the other one.

When she got to the 31st floor, she
assessed her surroundings. The secretary’s
desk was by the window blinds and a comfy
couch was opposite her. There was a
chandelier in the middle and the room had a
homely look. He obviously didn’t bother with
extravagant designs.

She walked up to the secretary, with a
polite smile. If she could get past the rude
receptionist, she could get past the woman.

Besides she looked nice enough. She was a
robust woman who looked like she was in
her late thirties. She had a pair of glasses
on, and her hair was braided and pulled into
a bun.

She looked up at Abena as she saw her
walk in. With a raised eyebrow, she asked,
“Do you have an appointment?” Abena drew
in a breath.

“Not exactly, but Mr. Ademi gave me his
card, said I should come on Monday morning
for a job interview.” She explained
sheepishly.

“Your name?” The woman asked with a
straight face.

“Abena Omotosho… ma’am.” She said trying
not to show that she was intimidated.
“He didn’t mention anything like that.” The
woman said narrowing her eyes at Abena
suspiciously.

“He didn’t even ask for my name.” She gave
a forced laugh.

“So…” The woman looked up from her
laptop.

“Please, I really need this interview. It’s very
important. He said he’ll see me.” Abena
pleaded and the woman’s expression
softened.

“Okay. I’ll send you in when he’s finally free.
But that’ll take a very long time.” The
woman warned.

“No problem. Thanks. I’ll wait.” Abena let
out a breath she didn’t know she was
holding. She slumped wearily on the couch
and before she knew it, she fell asleep.
“Miss, Miss, Mr. Ademi would see you now.”
Abena opened her eyes and blinked.

Suddenly she remembered that she slept off
while waiting for him. She rubbed her eyes
and nodded at the secretary. She checked
the time, 2pm! How long did she wait for
this appointment?