A Nigerian Christmas: Twelve Days Before Christmas (IN WORKS)

°TUESDAY°

                ~14th December, 2021~

                           ~~😔~~

Yesterday had been too much for me to handle, from getting my dope presentation successfully into the bosses head and getting the position to do the elaborate advert for the year, then just to come out and hear rumors about me spreading. I couldn't take it and God bless my two best friends who came to hug me and make things feel a little better.

Have a personal relationship with Mr Doyle? Are they kidding me? I didn't take anything from them I did me and doing me got the position. If I were even close to Mr Doyle I would have been promoted to editor since I walked into the office.

Steal? What will I even steal? I won fair and square. What do they even know.

Spreading groundless rumors about me would not make anyone feel better. I have thrived in this toxic atmosphere and I will continue to. I would press as more necks I need to thrive. I stepped out of the elevator feeling like the greatest as Burna boy's music 'Way to Big' plays in my head. They can spread whatever rumor. I don't care.

Mr Doyle tipped me off? Made me present cos we have something going on together. What kind of thought do people come up with?

Yeah I'm fucking way to big. I dropped my bag on my desk and greet my other colleagues seated in the cubicle we share, only for them to look at me with their nasty eyes and ignore my greeting. That's what you get when you try and do a good thing even when you are innocent.

I sit down at my desk and say a quick prayer to the Father who is keeping me and won't look at me with disgust. When I was done praying, I stand and walk into my boss' office, Mrs Elebe one of the many reasons I am sane in this office. A huge smile spread across her face as she sights me and I feel so blessed to have someone like her. She is way older than me like ten years older than my elder brothers age but we talk like we are age mates and even though we talked like mates I respect her.

"Sit..i have something to tell you." The look on her face doesn't say anything good but I hope for the best, so my day won't be totally ruined. "Mr Ahmed wants you off the project."

"Why?" I almost scream because I am angry. He didn't like my idea but liked it and now he doesn't want to work with me. Bullshit!

"You're a newbie and you know nothing about advertising."

"I've worked with you and Mr Doyle to know a lot about advertising. Why would I be in an advertising company for over three years and not know anything about advertising? ...this is some bu..." I stop myself before I curse in front of Mrs Elebe. I keep a little composure left in me and listen to the rest of things she had to tell me.

"Yeah Bullshit but that's what's happening right now.. Mr Doyle is trying to persuade him and the other board who are agreeing to his suggestion... But you know the rumors."

I sink into the chair disappointed and frustrated "How much time does this take?" I ask sincerely hoping Mr Doyle would be able to persuade those assholes and we can start shooting the advert before the seventeen.

"Well wait till this afternoon when Mr Winston comes back from his trip."

"Arggh." I sigh "I hate this company." I say staring at the logo of the company on the wall above Mrs Elebe's head.

"It's gonna be okay..trust Mr Doyle...nothing will happen until you impute."

"Thanks Mrs Elebe." She gave her best smile again, opened her desk and brought out a big file. "What are those?" I ask staring down at the big red file hoping it wasn't work for me.