Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 22
The door opened and Tola entered the room. I swung around and faced her, holding a pair of shoes and a silver clutch bag.
‘Tola, please can I borrow these? I have a very important meeting with some customers on Friday.’
She smiled. ‘Of course you can. You are free to use any of my things.’
‘Thank you so much.’ I hugged her, relieved that I had only my hair to deal with.
‘Wale and Patrick are in the living room. You want to say hi to them?’
The evening went well. I particularly enjoyed talking with Patrick except that he mentioned a lot of scriptures even though in a more relaxed way and not like Kunle who used scriptures to threaten me. Still, ‘spirikoko’ men were all the same. They enjoyed using scriptures to oppress women and I was so done with men like that. Once you quote scriptures, I run.
When Patrick asked if I’d be free to have lunch with him on Saturday, I came up with an excuse. I didn’t want men like him around me. It’s only a matter of time before they became bossy.
Friday evening. The taxi that picked me up stopped in front of a restaurant at VI. I stared at the building, stunned. The place screamed expensive. Two white men came out of the restaurant, talking and laughing.
‘Jesus.’ I muttered.
Why did I even agree to come? Maybe I should just go home and call Funmi to explain that I had a flu.
The cab driver turned to me. ‘Madam, this is the place.’
‘Of course.’ I answered, curtly. My palms were sweaty. I paid him and got down from the car.
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