Dear Future Husband _ Tomi Adesina Episode 3 It won’t be at one of the expensive places that you might be used to.” He continued. I stared at him. Who cared about money? My parents are the wealthy ones, not me! I nodded. “Ben, I am penniless. Why would I mind?” “You are Professor Bankole’s daughter, aren’t you? Sometimes I wonder why you are job hunting, he could just hook you up.” I stared at him. I had never told him about my family background. “How do you know about my father?” “I am a huge fan of Professor Bankole. I love his guts and everything about him, so I know everything about him.” He straightened in his seat. “That is, of course, as far as Wikipedia would tell me. And the journals too.” He said, flashing his teeth at me. “But I won’t mind an extra lecture; I would love to meet him.” I blinked. He smiled. “So, would you help me?” “I would think about it.” I replied, and tried to finish up my food. *** Marcus fumbled with his iPad for a while; he stared at Ini who looked rather too calm for their current situation. Well, he hadn’t told her the bad news yet. He had to! “Ini, we have a situation.” Marcus said, scrolling through his iPad. She adjusted her bathrobe. “You worry too much, Marcus. What could it be this time?” He took a deep breath. “I just received a mail from the advert agency. They want to revoke your contract.” Ini nodded. “For the billboard, right?” she asked. “Yes. My sources tell me that Shola Jones is behind it.” She smiled. “Of course, that skanky little thing has to be. She is trying to take her revenge on me after the twitter saga.”“What are we going to do?” Marcus asked Ini scoffed. “I should be asking you that. It turns out; I am even tougher than you are. Shola Jones would walk into our trap; her skin needs a little adjustment.” She said, with a grin. “Ini… we could hurt her career.” She nodded in agreement. “She struck the match; she’s bound to feel the flame.” Marcus sighed. This is not the first time Ini had fought Shola Jones back and when they did, it was really messy. Both of them never really got along well. The fashion industry was fast rising and models were out at each other. It was a matter of who would take the lead, and as far as Lagos was represented, the battle line was between Ini Obong and Shola Jones. Ben…you are so gonna love this.” I said as I took my seat, excitedly. He stared at me. “So what’s this news that has you leaving my door open?” he said and walked over to shut the door. I smiled at him. “I am sorry, Ben.” I said, feigning seriousness. He shrugged and took his seat. “Okay, I am pregnant!” “What?” Ben said, staring at my stomach. I scoffed. “Come off it Ben, I meant pregnant with this huge idea to bring Millaroca up, you are so gonna love my plan.” He nodded. “I know it’s competitive here and there are old brains, but I have to bring it out.” He sighed. “Kim…This organization abides by lots of traditions; you can’t just come in here and change things no matter how impressive the ideas are.” Yeah yeah…here we go again with Traditions! “We don’t always have to go with traditions; it’s like flying around in circles. Millaroca has been down for years, no one is buying anymore.” I blurted. “The articles are not fascinating, no one is impressed.” I said, almost raising my voice. He shook his head. “Kimberly, you know how things are here. Mr. Adeoye believes in classic. You met him some months ago, and you remember what he told you, he doesn’t like a change.” I drummed my fingers on the table. “He’s got to be flexible. Ben, he believes in you, why not convince him?” Ben blinked. “Or maybe, you are also comfortable with the classic stuffs, right?” Ben frowned. “Not everyone is Professor Bankole’s daughter who has a backup plan even when fired. Some of us have to live by this all our lives.” He said, raising his voice. My face fell and I clasped my bag to my arm. He sighed. “I am sorry Kim; I didn’t mean it that way.” “It’s okay. I have to be somewhere.” I said, and walked out. The streets really aren’t fun to walk. The sun was scorching and I had to catch the next bus at the BRT station, lucky me, it was only five minutes away. I sat down thinking about my idea; I wanted to write a new series for the magazine. It would catch the youths especially the female gender and when you have ladies onto something, the men have no choice, at least, it would tell on their pockets. The best thing about being on the road around 11am is that you would easily get a seat in the bus, most of the working class people would be at work, and if anyone would be on the bus, they might just be visiting friends or running errands and on a working day, you hardly find them. I leaned against the glass as thoughts floated through my mind; I had just 6 months to go. I left home in September last year after my first degree. I didn’t have enough personal money to publish a novel even if I wanted to, I had to write, edit, and other formalities, a year would have been over and Dad would have had the last laugh. With the way things were going, Dad might still be the winner, if I didn’t find a solution to this and make myself relevant, I would be in for economics. I had to use part of my savings when I wanted to move into the apartment with Ini and Tola. We all had our shares to pay for the flat we had bought. *** Mr. Asolo, the founder of Asolo Real Estates drummed his pen on the table. “Ms. Matthew, I would love you to meet with a client today during lunch at this address.” He said, scribbling down details into a paper. Tola straightened up. “Sir, I have a lot to tidy up, can’t I send one of the other guys?” She already knew it was Wole Briggs. He frowned. “This is very important to our firm. We can’t afford to lose our much cherished clients. He asked specifically for you.” she sighed. “Don’t be tired of working hard, it has earned you this position. He needs a new house.” “But Sir, Mr. Briggs has already gotten houses from us, what does he still want?” Mr. Asolo laughed. “His money never runs out, try to bring them all here.” He said, and turned on his laptop. He was directly telling Tola to leave. She got the message. She bowed and walked out. •••Sheyifunmi•••
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