She closed the door of the Uber she had taken and she smiled to herself, fixing back her veil into place. She watched as the driver drove off before she turned to face the gigantic building in front of her. She let out a giggle; which had many reasons for her. One, she felt that, leaving Adamawa was one of her greatest achievements in life, she could finally be the person she had always dreamed of being. Two, she knew there were greater opportunities in Abuja, and there was no way she was leaving this state without fulfilling all that she dreamed of. She knew Mama would surely come and find her if she heard that corpers had passing out parade, but she would have to make another excuse, she was just starting, right? This wouldn't be a problem. She would figure out what to do then, she had always figured it out.
'Bunza Companies Nig. Ltd.' She knew no matter how Baba Yusuf tried in making sure she stayed in Adamawa to serve her country, all his efforts proved futile and today, she was standing in front of one of the billion-dollar companies in Nigeria. And she wouldn't have been happier in her life. She held a stoic expression and her usual confident look before she began walking into the building. She greeted the guards and walked to the reception, she was sure Farha had told her where she should go if she arrived, but she wasn't sure where it was, and now she knew even if she called that girl she wouldn't pick her call because she was asleep.
Farha's father got her appointed in his company, and it was to help her reach her goal, she would be thankful to them forever. "Hello, good morning," she greeted one of the cleaners she saw on her way and the man looked up at her.
"Morning," he greeted back and ducked his head back into his work. She wondered why was it that some people were always grumpy in the mornings, Farha too was like that. When they were in school, even if they had morning lectures, she knew better than to speak to Farha in the early hours of the day, she always had to wait until she was back to her usual self.
"Please, where can I locate the HR's office, IT department?" She asked, and he was silent, heaved a sigh before he looked up at the building.
"9th floor, ask the lady in the reception, she would lead you there." He informed, and she smiled appreciatively at him before she nodded her head, muttering a soft thank you before she walked away.
She had seen enough building for this to scare her off, but one thing was certain, it was beautiful, huge, and had beautiful architecture. Before she reached the elevator, she had noticed someone was there and it would close soon, she had had a lot of bad experiences with elevators to let herself walk into one alone. She always needed company, and she hurried toward it, placing her feet between the doors that were beginning to close. Her peplum skirt lifted, revealing her enchanting chain dangling on her leg.
She entered the elevator before she smiled and turned to look at the only person that was in it, he wasn't looking her way. That gave her the chance to have a better look at it his face. The first word that came to her mind was, handsome. Maybe if there was a better word than handsome, which could do justice to the beauty of a man, she would have used it. His eyes began wavering to her and she quickly fixed her eyes on her feet.
Silence prevailed in the elevator before she heaved a sigh, she wasn't the talking type, but she as well hated silence so much. Especially when she was in an elevator and she was anxious. "Can I ask you something please? I'm new here, like it's my first day, not as an employee though. I can see you're heading to the IT department. Will you please locate me at the HR office? I'm going to serve here as a copper, I don't know which among them I should go to see first. I was told the manager is so grumpy, so I opted for the HR, maybe he can take my appointment later to the manager." She always talked so much when she was anxious, and right now she knew she had fed this man up with her words.
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