Independence Day | Corporate Retreat 0.5 | A Nigerian MM Romance

One

This is it! I finally got this bastard.

I dance around in my office, happy for the first time that day after that idiot decided to ruin it for me. I look again at the picture on my phone that would finally rid me of this fucker for the rest of my life. Every time there's a public holiday this weyrey (mad man) will nominate me for by force overtime, claiming I'm 'the best person to do the job'. Even though he's technically the team lead, he's still more of a colleague than my boss. So, it's especially annoying when he pulls these silly stunts because he'll just sit around on his ass and let me do all the extra work that needs to be done.

I specifically told this asiwin that I have plans with my girlfriend for Independence Day and yet here, I am. 7pm on October 1. Granted, this isn't exactly my favourite holiday but still. It's like he takes a sick, special kind of pleasure out of fucking with me.

My boss would be very happy to see what his Golden Boy does in his office when he should be working. After collecting overtime money.

I had been on my way to the kitchenette to make some coffee as I round up for the day, when I heard some sounds coming from Femi's office. I was curious so I walked over there and peeped in. Lo and behold, Femi was fucking some girl on his office desk. Thankfully I recovered from my shock quickly enough to take a picture on my phone. I have him live in 3D.

I'm smiling down at the phone when Femi walks into my office. "Dej!" I fucking hate it when he calls me that. Which is exactly why he does it all the time.

"Guy, my name is Deji." I snap at him.

He ignores me. "How far?" He walks over to me and places his disgusting hand on my shoulder, a smug smile on his face. "Have we finished our work?"

I can't resist the urge to gloat and finally get that idiotic smile off his face. I point my phone screen at him and wait, an evil smile slowly appearing on my face.

He looks at it for a long time, a blank yet pensive look on his face, as he takes his hand to his chin. He tries to take the phone and I move it out of his reach.

"I just wanted a closer look.", he laughs.

"You can see it clearly like this." I say, still holding the phone in front of him.

"Hmm! That's an interesting picture.", he says.

"I'll give you an opportunity to beg." I say, smugly, elated to finally be bringing him to his knees.

"Beg?"

"Yes. Before I send this to GMD and post it on the intranet."

"Oh really?"

"Yes!"

He suddenly smiles suggestively at me. "Are you sure you're not keeping that for your wank bank?"

I can't believe what my ears just heard. "What?!"

"I mean, there's no shame in it. I don't judge.", he says, raising his palms up as if in surrender. "If na man you like, notin dey dere, it's just - "

"Are you mad? Who like man?", I say angrily, glowering at him.

"I mean, why else would a man want to keep a picture of another man's bare ass on his phone?"

"I just told you I'm going to show it to everyone." I say, frustration starting to creep into my voice. "And you will lose your fucking job."

"Okay, but show everyone what?", he says calmly, starting to pace confidently around my office. "You can barely even see the girl. All you can see is me with my pants down and my bare ass on display. I could be doing anything."

"What else could you possibly be doing in your office against your table, naked from the waist down?" His audacity astounds me.

He shrugs. "Measuring my dick? Checking for lice? Applying ointment on it? All weird, sure. Maybe a little embarrassing. But not fire-able offenses."

"B-but you're obviously fucking!" I say in an annoyingly shrill voice. I hate it when he makes me stutter.

"Obvious? I don't think it's that obvious." He steps forward and puts that cursed hand on my shoulder again. "See ehn, if you're keeping it to wank to, I don't mind really. I'm actually flattered."

"Are you fucking insane?", I yell angrily.

"I mean it kind of looks like you zoomed into my ass specifically, bro. That's a little sus."

"Of course I zoomed in. I just wanted to get a closer look at. .. to show clearly that...that you were...oh my fucking goodness!" God, I hate this guy!

"It's fine, it's fine. I work really hard on my body so it's nice to be appreciated, even by other men. Enjoy the ass pic. I hope it brings you much pleasure." And he fucking grins at me.

"Fuck you! You be bastard!" I say as I whip my phone back out of my pocket and open the picture. I hesitate for a few seconds, staring at it.

"Damn, are you getting hard?" he says, staring at my crotch.

"Fuck off!" I yell and hit the delete button. "It's fucking deleted. That disgusting picture could have given me virus sef."

"Yeah sure." he says, side-eyeing me. "You "deleted" it?", he says with airquotes before lightly nudging me with his elbow and winking twice. "It's OK you can always retrieve it from 'recently deleted' later." He wiggles his eyebrows at me.

Fuming at the insinuation, I navigate over to "Recently Deleted" on my iPhone and hold the screen up to his face, making a show of permanently deleting the photo. "It's completely fucking gone from my phone. Have you seen it now?"

He looks at the screen, nodding intently. And all of a sudden, a devilish, triumphant smile appears slowly on his face as he turns his head to look at me.

The realization suddenly hits me that I have been played . "You motherfucking piece of - "

He laughs and taps me twice on the side of my face. "Too easy, Dej.", he says as he walks away. "Too fucking easy."

I decide in that moment, to make it my life's mission - to destroy Olufemi Akin-Taylor.

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