Lekki Sisi - S01 E21

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Lekki Sisi - S01 E21

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 21

I woke up grumpy the following morning. I was still as broke as hell.

Betty’s secretary had just handed her a cup of coffee when I entered her office.

‘Good morning ma’am.’ I started. ‘Please I want to talk to you about something.’

She took a sip and placed the cup on the saucer in front of her. ‘What is it?’

‘Things are a little rough for me. Please, can I get a salary advance of 20,000 naira?’

She stood up from her chair and moved to the sofa, still sipping her coffee. I stood there and waited. Fine she was the CEO of the boutique but why the plenty shakara before giving me a response.

‘Ok. I’ll ask the accountant to pay the money into your account.’

‘Thank you ma’am.’

I returned to my duty post in high spirit. A man entered the boutique with his pregnant wife. With a broad smile on my face, I showed them the maternity gowns we had and she picked five. My head did a quick calculation. 150k.

When will a man spoil me like this?

Before the man left, he gave me a tip of 5k. I thanked him and directed my attention to the next customer. My phone beeped. The salary advance had been paid. I breathed a sigh of relief.

The new customer was a light skinned woman with a sweet smile that left tiny dimple playing at the corner of her mouth. From my assessment, she appeared rich. Who knows, she might drop a tip of 10k for me. But after an hour of trying on different dresses, she left without buying anything. I was so pissed.

It was time to import frugality into my spending pattern. I sneaked into the lunch room with a pen and notebook and wrote out the things I needed. A pair of shoes and a bag. I had to make my hair too. How much does a weavon cost? Making braids might be cheaper but it would take too much time. My transport fare. Body cream. Beverages. My joy dissipated as I stared at the list that swallowed up the little money I had.

On my way home that night, an idea struck me. I grinned. I knew exactly where to get shoes and a bag without paying a dime.

I entered the bedroom and went straight to Tola’s shoe rack. Thankfully, we wore the same size. When I had selected the shoe that matched my dress, I went over to the section of the wardrobe that took up Tola’s bags.