Led to Mr. Billionaire

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

They say never to say never
They say to always look forward
But what happens,
When forward is not something to look towards?
~Oluwatoyosi

"Honestly, my supervisor is just annoying. Can you believe she changed my topic? Like, who does that? And this semester will soon end. Where do I start from like this?" Anjola kept complaining and I understood her.

Supervisors were assigned to every student in their final year to 'supervise' our projects for the year and they can be so annoying.

"Just calm down, didn't you say that topic was giving you, problems? Then, this one should be easier." Praise said trying to calm her down.

We were currently at a canteen on the campus. A week had passed and it was finally the day before the unveiling party to say, I wasn't a bundle of nerves, would be a lie.

"Don't worry Anjola. You can do it joor." I tried to cheer her up.

Looking down at my watch, I saw that, it was already past one in the afternoon and we were done with our classes for today because all lecturers were attending a meeting which meant, no 4 pm class today.

"I have to go now, guys. I want to get to Iyana Oba to buy some materials since I can't find them around the school. Praise, you're going home from here, right?" I asked standing up.

"Yes o, I just want to go and sleep" she responded with a tired voice.

"Okay, I will call Amarachi to bring Grace home," I said taking my bag from the chair.

"Okay, buy bread when you're coming o" I just nodded and waved my hands telling all of them bye.

I quickly walked to the car park and took a cab to go to the nearest junction that led to the market.

After fifteen minutes, I dropped off the cab and entered a bus to the Iyana Oba market. I got there in under ten minutes since it wasn't that far. I called Amarachi to let her know to drop off Grace at home since I might spend quite a long time at the market.

After getting confirmation from her, I hung up the phone only for another call to come in. Checking the Caller ID, I picked up the call.

"Why is that place so noisy?" Pastor Ayo said in a loud voice, making me chuckle.

"I'm at Iyana Oba market, sir. I came to buy some materials and shoes for Grace. Her inter-house sport is next week" I explained the reason for the noise.

"Ah, okay. How are you doing, my dear?" he asked, in his usual parent voice.

"I'm fine sir, I've been so busy these past few weeks with work and school" my tired voice wasn't news to me. I could hear loud and clear, that I needed a break.

"Pele, o ma n se le be. How is Grace? Won't you bring her home abi when is your break? Mummy has been saying she misses you guys" (Sorry, it usually happens like that)

I chuckled and made a mental note to call her. I walked through the market trying to find what I was looking for.

"Grace is fine sir. She is still in school and her mid-term break should be next week after her inter-house sport. My semester is almost over, we are about to start tests so exams start in three weeks and then for another three weeks, so let's say in another month, we will both come for a holiday." I said moving around the market still looking for what I wanted to buy. It looked like it was about to rain.

"Okay then, I just wanted to check on you. How about what we spoke about the last time? How is it going?" I knew, he was just being a caring person.

"It's going pretty well, sir. We kept talking and he has been helping me with my studies as well. I'm even going to attend the unveiling party for his branch in Lagos with him tomorrow evening. I was still wondering whether I should go or not" I finally reached where I could buy the first material and I started pricing.