Tapestry Of Lives: A Multifaceted Journey

Chapter Twelve

BUMMI'S P.O.V.

"So, how did it go?" Lola asked as soon as she saw me exiting the grand building.

I shrugged in frustration and disappointment. "We're in trouble." I glanced around for Ojo but didn’t see him until he appeared, carrying three frappuccinos.

"Here, this should help us unwind a bit."

We accepted the drinks gratefully. Leaning against the black Mercedes 4Matic parked nearby, I took a sip and said, "I don't think we'll be getting the job back."

"We might," Ojo corrected.

I was confused by his optimism. Just minutes ago, I was in Mr. Tunji's office, begging on behalf of myself and my friends, but all we got was a boot out the door. It felt like he was already done with us.

"But really, what major offense did we commit to deserve this?" I wondered aloud.

"Seriously?" Ojo raised his eyebrows at Lola. "We showed up late to a crucial meeting."

"So?" Lola sipped her drink. "Isn’t it common knowledge that Lagos traffic is a nightmare? Everyone gets stuck in it."

Their argument seemed like it was going to escalate, so I stepped in. "Guys, let’s not argue. We need to focus on how to get our jobs back." I wasn't sure if I was making a difference, but I didn't want to go home feeling like a failure.

Both of them looked dejected, sighing as if all hope was lost.

"It's so frustrating," I said, sighing deeply. "I wasn’t prepared for this."

"Yeah, me neither," Lola agreed.

After a moment, Ojo snapped his fingers as if struck by inspiration. "Who said anything about losing our jobs?" He scoffed and pulled out his iPhone XR. "Look," he said, showing us a photo on his screen. The man in the picture was strikingly handsome, just like the one we had seen earlier.

"Wow, God must be a great creator," I thought. I was never usually swayed by appearances, but this guy was exceptional.

Lola grumbled, "If I’m not mistaken, he looks like the same person who caused us to lose our jobs."

Mimicking her words, Ojo zoomed in on the photo of a man in a black tuxedo standing in front of a black Toyota Tacoma. "Do you really think hating on him will help you get your jobs back? He’s Damian Kunle Ayōmidē."

"It can’t be," I gasped.

Lola shook her head. "Wait, did you just say 'Kunlē Ayōmidē'? As in Kunle Coker Ayomide? The former senator of Osun State and ex-head of state?"

Ojo nodded vigorously. "I’m absolutely sure."

"I don’t believe it, Ojo," I scoffed. "Are you saying a politician’s son showed up at our small company? That’s absurd."

"Don’t believe me?" Ojo frowned. "Okay, I’ll show you." He opened the guy’s biography on Wikipedia, and it was true.

I wondered why I hadn’t noticed this during the meeting.

"Āladūrā ōo," Lola gasped, covering her mouth in shock as we saw a photo of the father and son together on the tennis court.

I couldn’t help imagining myself in the place of his father, embracing and perhaps even kissing him.

Damn, he was incredibly attractive. His skin was flawless, and I wished I could see myself reflected in his light brown eyes.

Just then, Ojo interrupted my thoughts. "I know how we can get our jobs back."

Lola and I leaned in as he whispered an idea into our ears.