New flame

Chapter 14

My alarm woke me around 7:30 being set to that time last night and crawling out of bed, I veer to look at my reflection in my mirror.

I let out a sigh of relief learning my face doesn't have a bruise or swell from the hot slap I received from Karen.

I can't imagine how mad this girl is all because I mentioned her so-called area. Yesterday should be her last day at work as I don't even want to set my eyes on her again in this house.

I reach for my phone on the nightstand and make my way out of my room in my pajamas and crocs, heading downstairs.

I have to confirm Karen's job termination.

I drop by the kitchen to see a guy in an apron, the other chef that was recruited alongside Karen, I guess.

This makes me remember Karen is a part-time chef who cooks in the evening.

"Morning, you must be Ayo," I greet, and he turns around to me. He clearly looks older than me.

Why would we even employ an undergraduate as a chef in this house? I can't blame the house manager though, I unknowingly chose Karen.

But I admit she is a great cook.

"Yeah, I'm Ayo, one of the morning chefs," He replies with a smile and I nod okay, still standing by the door.

"Have you seen the HM this morning?" I ask.

"Of course, she must be in her office," He answers, and I turn back, walking to her office.

"Come in," I hear her say the moment I give a twice knock. I open the door and step in.

She is on her seat, fast typing on her system.

"Good morning, Mike," She greets, raising her head to stare at me. "How is your face?" She adds.

"Thank goodness I haven't turned deaf," I answer with a shrug and she chuckles a little.

"She made an over salty pepper soup and hit you, I don't know she is that violence," She expresses with emotion, and I clear my throat.

I have a guilty conscience about the salty soup but she deserves it the way she would think I deserve a slap.

"So is she still coming this evening?"

"No way," She answers, frowning her face. "I have emailed her, the chief must not even hear about an ordinary house help hitting you,"

That sounds satisfactory to me.

My phone begins to buzz. It's Scott who calls me.

"Later," I mouth to the HM before walking out of her office to pick up Scott's call.

"Hey dude," I say, moving into the porch.

"Where the hell are you?" He asks.

"Home," I answer briefly.

"Do not tell me that you are not attending BUS 414," He replies to me, and I mutter shit.

I'm tired of morning lectures. Gosh!

He continues,

"Being the son of the next governor of Lagos State will have nothing to do with you graduating. Trust me, some of these lecturers won't accept bribery to pass you..."

Do you have that friend who always rants at you? Mine is Scott. He babbles a lot.

"Karen slapped me last night," I interrupt him.

"What!" He exclaims and his mocking laugh follows.

"Why would she hit you?" He adds in the middle of his laughs.