‘Come in’, the woman said. The same silence that ate her up when the woman called her name lingered around her as she entered the woman’s office. Her heart lurched. The rug amplified the beauty that the pink paint of the room portrayed. The room smelt like wafers biscuit. The air was also cold here but she felt better than when she was in the reception.
‘Please, have your seat’, the woman said, ‘Welcome to our company’.
‘Thank you, ma’.
‘Peace Madojutimi…’ the woman said again as she pulled out some files from her drawer. Her table was neat that one would find a lost office pin on it even at night.
‘My name is Adebimpe Arogundade, and as you might have guessed I am the Managing Director of this company. You will be meeting the Chairman of these company tomorrow’.
‘That’s good, ma’
‘Have you being briefed about your salary?’
‘Well it is natural; I never really expected them to tell you’, she said as she rocked in her chair. Peace wondered how she was able to squeeze her fat body into that thin chair. ‘How much did you tell them, you would love to collect?’
‘Ma, I told them that since I am a computer scientist, and would be working as an administrator for your email communication centres. With my experience and expertise, I will receive nothing less than One thousand naira’, she tilted her head to the right-hand side.
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‘Well, you’ve said well’, the woman said.
Peace smiled broadly. The artificial rose flower on the table danced. If a drummer was there, she would have danced better than the roses. She just couldn’t continue living her old lifestyle. After making the resolution last month, she had been coping with living penniless. Despite her friends incessant advise that she reconsidered her belief, she held to her belief. Now it paid off.
‘But this is the way it will go. For every person that register with us, you get a thousand naira’.
One of Peace’s ears moved. She tapped her fingers lightly on her legs.
‘Then, for each person that decide to come for business, or anyone that request for the companies email address. You get #2,000’.
‘Email? But how will…’
‘ Yes now, Electronic mail?’
‘ I know the meaning. How will people use it. Not everyone has access to it. Not everyone in Nigeria’.
‘Don’t bother, the CEO is bringing some from New York to set it up for us’.
‘ New York… Isn’t that expensive?’
‘ No… Just 17,850 naira through Nigeria Airways’
‘Seventeen what?’ Peace placed her hands on her head. ‘ In this Buhari regime?’
Bimpe smiled and gently rocked her chair’ Don’t worry. That’s how life should be- enjoyed’.
‘Hmmm’, Peace moaned silently in surprise. She swayed. The only word on her mind were ‘Yes? More?’ She calmed herself. She didn’t know how the word got out of her mouth because she had been trying not to talk. A warm glow expanded throughout her body.
‘So, what is the name and what and what do you want from me?’
‘You will call the site ‘ Best Life Trade’, Bimpe pushed some document towards Peace who eyed it suspiciously, ‘that is our modus operandi. All the information you need will be found there’.
Peace picked one the documents and flipped through it mindlessly. She wondered why they would pay such amount of money. But no matter what they needed it for. She was getting a good pay and that she loved.
Bimpe stood from her seat gallantly and went to a cabinet, where she drew out a new backpack.
Bimpe brought the bag to her seat, sat, and opened the bag graciously as if she was a man who wanted to give his girlfriend a proposal ring.
From it, Bimpe brought out a Gavilan SC laptop. Peace held her breathe. Then she ‘yimu’. It couldn’t be hers.
‘This is for you’, Bimpe said. Peace felt her heart flipped.
‘Are you serious? A Gavilan SC? Do you know the cost? Gavilan SC… Oh my God! How did you get it? For me’.
‘Whoa’, Peace exclaimed. She allowed her hand play on the Laptop. Her body tingled. She loved that feeling. ‘This is real tear nylon’’
Bimpe laughed excitedly, Peace also joining her. Then, Bimpe brought out a key from the bag.
‘This’, Bimpe said, pulling out one of the keys, ‘is the key to your office’.
Peace eyes glowed with pride. She swallowed hard as she imagined how she would describe this to Patricia, her friend, who pushed her to get the Job.
‘And this is the key to your new house, a bungalow, not very far from here’.
Peace felt heat rush into her mouth, a sudden feeling of breathlessness overcame her. She had to bend to stop it. Bimpe rushed to her side.
‘Hope you are alright?’ She said bewilderedly, patting her at the back.
Peace was crying, she couldn’t describe the joy in her heart.
‘Why are you crying?’
‘Don’t mind me’, she said, embarrassed as she tried using her hands to clean her eyes, ‘It was out of happiness’.
Bimpe left her side, returned to her seat, cut some tissue paper, and gave Peace.
‘I’m sorry, ma. I wanted to give a shout of surprise and joy but tears replaced it’.
Bimpe gave an elderly-understanding nod. ‘I understand the feeling’.
‘Thank you ma.’
‘Erm. That is not all. We are also giving you that Mercedes Benz S-Series parked outside; since, you said you have a driving license’.
Peace widened her eyes, her brow drew together, and a line formed between the eyebrows.
‘Yes. That 1984 series, last year’s series.. Wow. But…Erm…Erm…I don’t understand. Isn’t only to provide answers to questions about pregnancy, and to get more customers?’
‘It is more than that. Read the documents in front of you. You can take today off, to see your house and to read what is front of you but you must be sure to know it is confidential, also make sure you read it before tomorrow because there are somethings you need to know before 1.00am tomorrow. Also, you are to sleep in your house henceforth’.
Peace opened her mouth severally, but no word came out.
‘Okay ma, but every company work is confidential’.
‘Well…this is more confidential’.
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