Capítulo 95: At The Office
PETRA POV
The air had a low temperature and relative humidity, making the morning frosty, with a chilly howling wind, which sent shivers into livers, and the sky above was tumultuous, having ominous black cloud which was prone to releasing a sudden shower.
Petra was forced out of her thick, fluffy blanket, grimacing to herself, and wondering if it was the alarm from her phone that pissed her off or herself who had set the alarm.
She wished she could remain culled up under that warmth, and enjoy a morning sleep, while the sound of the rains hit the roof, and mixed with her sweet dreams to give a synchronised sweet sensation.
“Ya Allah!” She exclaimed. She was going to be late if she did not make it snappy and it was not good for a first day. She rushed into her bathroom, brushed her mouth, and then had a hot bath.
She left the bathroom after drying her body and dressed up. She wore a thick winter jacket over her gown, checked her makeup, satisfied, she carried her bag and car keys and dashed out of the room.
She went and greeted her parents . “Darling, drive slowly and carefully.” Hajiya Fatima cautioned as she noticed her daughter was in a hurry.
“Won’t you have breakfast?” “No, Ummi. I’m going to be late.” She said as she walked out, her sweet voice receding. “I love you with all of my heart.”
Petra was driving on the highway a few minutes later.
She forgot what her mother told her and kept pressing her foot on the gas pedal. It took no time to get her car well parked and walked into the headquarters of Floxy Global Services.
She was led to the Administrative manager’s office. He was an impressive elderly man, calm and obviously avuncular.
“Good morning, sir.” She greeted. “Good morning, dear. Please sit down.”
“Thank you, sir.” “I am Jahid Abdul.” He said. “I received your letter. I hope we are going to have a sound working relationship.” “Insha Allah.”
“Your father is so concerned about you. He wants you to serve here when your call up letter comes out.” He smiled. “He said you are his only daughter and would only let you go when you will be leaving for your home.”
“Excuse me, sir? I live in my home.” “You live in your father’s house, your mother’s home.”
“Ohhh….” She bowed in shame but a sharp pain in her head followed. Home! Would there be home? Was Justin coming back?
That was where home was and the only one she wanted to share a home with. Why the pain? Was he not coming back, was she going to get married to someone else? Then home had to wait.
She was still going to wait.
“You studied Business Administration and have an impressive result. If you prove to be good, we could retain you after your Service but that depends on where your home is going to be.”
“I don’t think I am getting married anytime soon, sir.”
“That is not for you to decide. Allah makes things happen. Just pray for the best. Do you know you could get married before your service, you can’t tell.”
No! No! Except if Justin shows up today, and then she would not mind getting married tomorrow morning. And what did she want more than getting married to the love of her life. “It depends, sir.” She said.
“Depends?”
“Emmm, it’s nothing.”
“Okay, my daughter. You have graduated, so marriage should be on your mind.” Damn! She was sick of this topic. Her parents would not let her be, even her friends and now her new boss! “Thank you, sir.”
“You are going to be in the marketing department. Your expertise is needed and I hope you will gain experience, bring new ideas so do not feel like a rookie. The marketing manager is on leave but there are marketing officers to put you through.” He said.
“Thank you very much, sir.”
“You are welcome. When you get out, take the left ambulatory corridor to the end, you will find the marketing department there. You may ask someone in case you miss it.”
“Thank you, sir.”
She got up, and left the office, closing the door gently behind her. Immediately she stepped on the corridor, she saw him coming out of an office and her heart went pit-a-pat. This time he was dressed in a white caftan and black cap.
He wore brown glasses, and his legs were slipped inside a Batozzi sandals. And his cologne diffused, and a battle of fragrance was lunched between his cologne and her expensive Baccarat Les Larmes perfume.
To her dismay, the battle turned out to be a fusion of two fragrances which merged to give a sweet smelling air. She found her heart beating rapidly and it dawned on her that she never forgot this guy.
That thought was painful; she felt she was betraying Justin. How could she think of another man when he was not confirmed dead? But thinking of him did not mean she was in love with him. She only thought of him because he reminded her of Justin even though they looked different physically.
He produced a smile, and that smile pierced into her heart. She quickly checked his teeth. Okay, he had different teeth with Justin. His teeth were larger than Justin’s. “Miss Sunshine! What a pleasant surprise. What brings you to MY company?” Jubril said.
She frowned. “First, I told you not ever call me that again. And what do you mean your company?” she asked.
“I own this place.” He said with a serious expression, and then smiled.
“Just kidding. I work here.” “Oh my God! That is my bad.”
“Why?”
“I have just been employed, not permanently though.” She said.
“Whoa! You mean I am going to be seeing more of you? Time for introduction; I am Lucky. Goodluck Lucky and you are……” he asked..
“Don’t even think about it. I am here to work.” “But I wished we had met in another fashion.”
“Meaning?”
“Like bumping into each other and you spill cappuccino on my clothes, or flinging off my papers on the floor, and you are like’ oh. I am so sorry!” He chuckled.
“You know that movie and novel cliché right?”
“How is your sister?” she asked.
The smile on his face vanished at once, a serious expression took place, he looked left to right, as if he was going to tell her the greatest secret of his life.
“Worse.” He said in a lower tone. “She reduced taking so much chocolates. Now, she is addicted to ballakwabo. Do you know it? I don’t know the English word for it. Peanut sweetened cookies?
It is too sweet and she has a box for it. She loads it, has a special customer in Kuje, then she lies in her bed, reading a novel which she holds with the left hand, and the right hand does the flipping of pages and transfer of ballakwabo from the tray to her mouth. She needs a therapy.”
“Ballakwabo is peanut and sugar.” She said. “But she takes it in excess.” He said. “Well, I know you will do something. When are you coming to see her?”
“Now I know you are crazy. I am going to resume. I was on my way to Sales Department. That is my place.”
“Oh no, why? You should have been brought to my zone. I am in the admin department. I am an admin manager….oh…I guess you saw him. Okay, I am an admin officer….wait! You are the new girl? Miss Petra Usman?
Your papers came to my desk. Now, you need to thank me. There was a serious debate about your appointment. Most of them were of the opinion that you would not get employed. There was a board meeting so I was there. So, it was agreed upon to make a vote. It was a 50-50 count and I was the last person. So, I cast my vote in your favour and you got the job.” He said.-
“Hmmmmm…that was so nice of you, Prince Charming.” She said sarcastically.
“The part I don’t get is when administrative officers became part of the Board of Directors. Find another way of impressing me. Have a nice day and tell your sister to be careful with ballakwabo. Apart from the sugary content, oil is there to give her face pimples.” She left him and walked away.
He walked back into his office which he shared with his colleagues with an ear to ear smile.
“What is wrong with you, Jubril?” Felicia asked .
“I am in love.” He said. “Like I have never been.”
“Are you okay?” she asked.
“Who is more okay than the one who found a soul mate who does not seem to like him? But I will not relent. I am going to pass a circular round this company. The new girl is my target so she is off the list of single ladies.
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