contract - Season 1 - Episode 6

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contract - Season 1 - Episode 6

As she straightened her clothes and hair,
she reminded herself that the wait was
worth it because she would get a well
paying job.

She strode into the office with the little
confidence left in her. “Good morn-
afternoon sir.” She smiled politely and he
gestured for her to sit down.

His office was huge. The room had a cool
look. His table was in the middle with two
chairs in front of it and his own chair at the
other side. She saw the door to the
bathroom at one side, and a kitchen at the
other side. The blinds were closed and the
air from the A.C hit her unexpectedly.

She sat down opposite him and handed him
her C.V. He gave it a cursory look before
looking at her. “Abena? That’s-”
“Ghanian.” She cut in confidently. He
nodded before looking back at the C.V.
“You finished university on part time?” He
asked.

“Yes. I had to.” She shifted uncomfortably in
her seat and rubbed her sweaty palms
against her trousers.

He dropped the C.V on the table and stood
up. He sat down on the table just in front of
her.

“How old are you?” He asked.
“22.” She replied with confusion. Wasn’t that
included in her C.V, and why was he seating
so close to her? She was already nervous
and he was making it worse.

“You look 19.” He muttered.
“What?” She asked looking up at him.
“I said you don’t look a day over 20.” He
quickly said.

“Oh.” She looked down.
“How’s your health?” He asked. “Good. I
haven’t gotten sick in the past six months.”
She replied.

“Miss. Omotosho, or Abena, can I call you
Abena?” He started and she gestured for him
to continue. “The job I have for you isn’t at
the office.” He finished.

“If it’s at home, I don’t mind. I can clean,
cook, I’m very neat and organized-”
He held up a hand to stop her. “I don’t need
a cook or cleaner. I already have them.”
“Then what type of job is it?” She asked
curiously.

“Don’t overreact. Just hear me out.” He said
cautiously and she replied with a nod.
“See, I want you to get pregnant for me.” He
stated. Her jaw dropped and she stared at
him in disbelief.

“What do you take me for? A w---e? I’m not
going to sleep with you for money?” She
exclaimed but he still looked calm and
collected.

“I didn’t ask you to sleep with me. Trust me,
I don’t ask women to sleep with me, they
offer. I dont want you to sleep with me.” He
said eyeing her with disapproval.
She suddenly felt self conscious but refused
to make it obvious. “Why? I’m not pretty
enough?” She spat out obviously offended.
“You are. That’s why I chose you, I want my
daughter to be like you… but more
sophisticated. You’re not the type of woman
I would sleep with.” He shrugged ignoring
the glare she shot him.

“Back to what I was saying, I’m asking you
to get pregnant for me. Have my baby for 40
million naira.”

“40 million?” Her jaw dropped.
“Yes. It’s very reasonable, isn’t it?” He
smirked.

She realised the kind of offer he was giving
her and came back to reality. After all the
trouble she went through just to get to him,
and then he asks her to get pregnant for
him! What did he take her for? A baby
producing machine?

Burning with anger, she stood up and her
palm cracked against his cheek. He stared
at her in surprise, but she ignored him while
muttering some Yoruba profanities before
slamming the door.

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As she straightened her clothes and hair,
she reminded herself that the wait was
worth it because she would get a well
paying job.

She strode into the office with the little
confidence left in her. “Good morn-
afternoon sir.” She smiled politely and he
gestured for her to sit down.

His office was huge. The room had a cool
look. His table was in the middle with two
chairs in front of it and his own chair at the
other side. She saw the door to the
bathroom at one side, and a kitchen at the
other side. The blinds were closed and the
air from the A.C hit her unexpectedly.
She sat down opposite him and handed him
her C.V. He gave it a cursory look before
looking at her. “Abena? That’s-”
“Ghanian.” She cut in confidently. He
nodded before looking back at the C.V.
“You finished university on part time?” He
asked.

“Yes. I had to.” She shifted uncomfortably in
her seat and rubbed her sweaty palms
against her trousers.

He dropped the C.V on the table and stood
up. He sat down on the table just in front of
her.

“How old are you?” He asked.
“22.” She replied with confusion. Wasn’t that
included in her C.V, and why was he seating
so close to her? She was already nervous
and he was making it worse.
“You look 19.” He muttered.
“What?” She asked looking up at him.
“I said you don’t look a day over 20.” He
quickly said.

“Oh.” She looked down.
“How’s your health?” He asked. “Good. I
haven’t gotten sick in the past six months.”
She replied.

“Miss. Omotosho, or Abena, can I call you
Abena?” He started and she gestured for him
to continue. “The job I have for you isn’t at
the office.” He finished.
“If it’s at home, I don’t mind. I can clean,
cook, I’m very neat and organized-”
He held up a hand to stop her. “I don’t need
a cook or cleaner. I already have them.”
“Then what type of job is it?” She asked
curiously.

“Don’t overreact. Just hear me out.” He said
cautiously and she replied with a nod.
“See, I want you to get pregnant for me.” He
stated. Her jaw dropped and she stared at
him in disbelief.

“What do you take me for? A w---e? I’m not
going to sleep with you for money?” She
exclaimed but he still looked calm and
collected.

“I didn’t ask you to sleep with me. Trust me,
I don’t ask women to sleep with me, they
offer. I dont want you to sleep with me.” He
said eyeing her with disapproval.

She suddenly felt self conscious but refused
to make it obvious. “Why? I’m not pretty
enough?” She spat out obviously offended.
“You are. That’s why I chose you, I want my
daughter to be like you… but more
sophisticated. You’re not the type of woman
I would sleep with.” He shrugged ignoring
the glare she shot him.
“Back to what I was saying, I’m asking you
to get pregnant for me. Have my baby for 40
million naira.”

“40 million?” Her jaw dropped.
“Yes. It’s very reasonable, isn’t it?” He
smirked.

She realised the kind of offer he was giving
her and came back to reality. After all the
trouble she went through just to get to him,
and then he asks her to get pregnant for
him! What did he take her for? A baby
producing machine?

Burning with anger, she stood up and her
palm cracked against his cheek. He stared
at her in surprise, but she ignored him while
muttering some Yoruba profanities before
slamming the door.