𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 (𝐀 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧-𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥) ✔

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                 - Henry's POV -
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"Mary sef and her pant na wa o. Abi the pant was running away."

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The car kept moving while my phone kept buzzing at my side. My manager was worried and wasn't satisfied with just an 'I'm okay' response from me.

Earlier, I was in Abuja for a trip. Knowing I had an appointment today, I had to fly back to Lagos. Some how, my schedule got leaked which made curious reporters to mob me.

Buzz buzz!

"Dorcas," I finally answered my phone, snapping at her constant disturbance. "I told you, I'm fine. Do you want me to send a picture of my face to you?"

"I have fixed your problem already." My problem? Last time I checked, I was problem free. Well if I had to scrap that situation out. This is what you get when you make your eldest sister your manager. "Wanted to know if you're closer to Stars Entertainment?"

"Close," I mumbled. "What do you mean by you've fixed my problem?"

"Don't worry baby brother," Dorcas replied in a tone that made me question my whole existence. "I'm your manager."

She ended the call at that while I sighed, placing my phone beside me and focusing mainly on the road.

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Getting to my destination, I could see Dorcas standing impatiently at the front of the media house. Noticing me getting out of the car she had provided me with from the airport, gave her a relief feel.

"What kept you?!" Gasped Dorcas while rushing to me as I got into Stars Entertainment. A place for all stars or whatever their logo was. The interior didn't just look busy, as it was packed with various staff moving at every which way to get things done. Since this was an entertainment television station, there were staff setting their cameras, lightning, mics and whatever equipment there was.

A lady, fair and a bit chubby, moved to my view with a powder brush, to touch my face a little. She was putting on a black flare gown which stooped meters above her knees, showing off her chubby lap. She was beautiful though, I had to give her that.

"A little traffic jam," I said to my sister while moving to Eniola, the TV host. Eniola and I weren't strangers, since I'm always on this sort of shows. She was also a one night stan that took days before getting over me.

"Henry!" Chirped Eniola, as she hugged me by placing her hands around my neck and pulling me down to her height. "How was your trip?"

"Greatly experienced," I responded with just two words. We weren't strangers, but weren't friends either. What we had before was a mistake and was glad she finally accepted that. Both Eniola and I moved to the cup chair placed in front of the camera and sat down.

"I missed you, you know?" Maybe she wasn't accepting. But the Eniola I knew, wasn't a push over. So why start now? "But I get it, you're officially with Yemi. Don't want to come inbetween."

Yemi? She happened to be someone I usually referred to as my platonic girlfriend. Well that was if you classify it as platonic. Yemi was beautiful, classy, but also not my type. My sister prefers fame over happiness apparently, and chose to collab with Yemi's manager. Though I was against the whole idea, Yemi embraced it. The fame also seemed like an asset so I had no choice.

Yemi seemed to play the role of a girlfriend well. Maybe too well. This was a secret only Yemi, her manager, Dorcas, Jackson and I, knew about. To others, we were the couple goals.