DAMIAN'S P.O.V.
I'm exhausted from waiting for the right people to arrive and deliver the crucial presentation for this project. The current speaker's explanation isn't impressive at all.
I'm still unsure whether to proceed with the contract. The aim is to elevate the company's standards, but nothing discussed so far is compelling.
My P.A., Mr. Olaniyi, leaned in and whispered, "Boss, I don't think this meeting is worth our time for the upcoming project."
I glanced at my Rolex watch—I always keep track of time meticulously—and realized I've spent enough time here.
Just as I was about to dismiss the meeting, three people burst in, looking as if they’d been running from something.
I briefly raised my eyebrows, peering at the door to see if anyone was following them, but there was no one.
One of them seemed ambiguous in gender; although he appeared male, his movements and the makeup suggested otherwise. He had eyeliner and red lipstick.
Mr. Tunji, the company’s managing director, stood up angrily and confronted the newcomers.
"Why are you arriving so late? Look at the time!" He pointed to his wristwatch, veins on his neck bulging. "Is this the time a punctual employee shows up? And you," he pointed at a slender woman in a black gown, "Miss Adēmōla, you're always making excuses about Lagos traffic. I expect you to have another excuse today because you're on the brink of being fired! All three of you!"
Immediately, they dropped to their knees, begging.
I enjoyed the impromptu show, resting my chin on my fist.
"Yē! Ēgbami ō!" The woman in a red gown clasped her head in despair.
"MD, sir, please forgive us," Miss Adēmōla pleaded. "It's my fault; I caused the delay—"
"Really?" Mr. Tunji placed his hands on his hips, as if savoring their pleas. "Don’t forget that you’re the one with the project reports."
"Yes, sir, I remember. My alarm was faulty. It was supposed to wake me at 6:30 a.m. but went off at 7:30 instead."
"You—"
"Mr. Tunji," I cut in, fed up with the excuses and chatter. I didn’t come all this way for this.
As I stood up to adjust my jacket and my P.A. packed up our files, I noticed fear in Mr. Tunji’s eyes. "Let’s call it a day."
I wanted to add 'call me when you’re ready,' but it seemed irrelevant at this point.
The whole situation now feels pointless.
"Mr. Ayōmidē, wō—"
"Please excuse us, sir," Mr. Olaniyi said, ushering him aside.
I overheard Mr. Tunji reprimanding his staff on our way out.
"Do you see what you've done? Especially you, Miss Adēmōla. You're all fired! And you won’t get your jobs back until you secure this contract."
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