A Very Sticky Situation (Completed)

5: Work

Ana's POV

         
Ike and Daniel are the same person.
          Ana knows him as Ike because he didn't tell her in the beginning that his name was Daniel for a reason still known to him.
           Emily knows him as Daniel and his full name is Daniel Ike Okwu.

I arrive at the company premises, my mind and body ready to face the day. I shake my head and giggle while I wait for the gateman to tug the gate open as I remember the pleading glances Oluchi and Joe were both sending my way before I stepped out.

I was utterly in shock when I got a call on the way to the car from my mom who strongly advised me not to go on and I quote "a suicide mission". Even without asking, I knew it was Oluchi who had called to inform her of my stubbornness, and no she didn't relay to her that I was pregnant.

From what I had gathered from our conversation, it appeared she was told I've been down with acute malaria. When she realized I was adamant, she had no choice but to succumb to my wishes after scolding me on my irresponsibility of course.

I'm brought back to the present as I hear the sound of metal being unraveled. I start the ignition and move to drive through the gates when the gateman greets me.

"Welcome Boss, it's good to see you back," he beams stooping to peer at me through the passenger window.

"It's good to be back Chike!" I holler over the sound of the engine and ride past him to park the vehicle in front of my office building.

"Good day, Ma," the security guard at the entrance salutes the moment I alight from the driver's seat in a long-sleeved V-neck blue blouse tucked into the waistband of my black slacks that hug my figure like a second skin.

"How have you been Fred?" I inquire politely as I snatch my matching blue bag and saunter to him in 6inch heels.

"Been fine ma'am," he nods and pushes the door for me to walk through. "Have a nice day."

"You too dear," I call over my shoulder, flipping the long white hair plaits behind my ear.

"I knew it was you," Glory gleams, ambling out of her office to meet me halfway.

"I'm guessing I should refer to you as a fortune-teller?" I query in a laugh, trudging to my compartment.

"You have no idea how grateful I am that you are here at this moment," she sighs, ignoring my previous question.

"Why?" I poll, fishing out a key from my satchel and unlocking the office door. "You thought I wouldn't make it?"

"Well, sorta." She shrugs, "I mean Oluchi is still around right? She could tie you to your bed for all I know."

"Come on, she's not that bad," I snort, going to open the windows to let in the fresh morning air.

"I won't swear on that," she scoffs, lounging on the seat opposite my desk.

"Anyway, hit me. What has been going on while I was home?" I investigate, resting my bag on the foot of the chair as I settle down.

"A lot, the new shipment of the raw materials we've been waiting for to try our hands at body lotion just arrived on Thursday. Also, we've completed production of the 500ml paracetamol which requires your final testing and approval," she conveys, swinging her seat from left to right.

"Shit that's a ton, anything else?" I interrogate silently praying that I'm wrong.

"Well the NAFDAC supervisors are coming over tomorrow to certify the paracetamol, leaving today the only day you've got to test, approve, or make corrections, not to talk of the numerous calls for speeches, book launching, two new wedding vow offers and art interpretation for the upcoming art exhibition Dominion has been planning on." She lets out in one breath, listing them off her fingers.