Binary Hearts

54| Adeola Meets Tunde Adeyemi 🤭

Adeola stood in front of the mirror, adjusting her stylish gown—a fitted brown number that accentuated her curves, paired with duchess material draped elegantly over her shoulders. Her hair was wrapped in a silky brown scarf, keeping with the subtle yet striking tone of her outfit. Around her neck hung a delicate chain, simple but tasteful, and in her hand, she clutched her Chanel bag. She was dressed to impress, and today, she needed every ounce of confidence she could muster.

Paul walked out of his room, dressed sharply in a suit for work. As soon as he saw her, he raised an eyebrow, half-smiling. "What job are you going for exactly now?" he teased, knowing his sister's knack for surprise.

Adeola shot him a playful glare. "Leave that for me, abeg," she said, gathering her CV.

Paul chuckled, shaking his head. "Just make sure you don't get into any wahala."

With that, Adeola left the house and slid into her Sonata Hyundai. The drive to Spark Technologies HQ at Lekki was smooth, though her heart raced a little faster the closer she got. Pulling into the parking lot, she took a deep breath, smoothed her dress, and stepped out, catwalking into the building with confidence. The towering structure of Spark Technologies screamed power and innovation, and Adeola loved the energy already.

Inside, she approached the receptionist, a young woman with a professional smile. "Good morning," Adeola greeted, "I'd like to meet the CEO, Mr. Tunde Adeyemi, please."

The receptionist blinked, her smile faltering slightly. "Sorry? You mean Mr. Olayiwola, the CEO, right?"

Adeola felt her chest tighten. "What about Tunde?" she asked, her confusion creeping into her voice.

The receptionist cleared her throat. "Mr. Tunde Adeyemi is no longer the CEO. He's still the chairman, though."

Adeola let out a sigh of relief. "Oh, okay. That's still good. I want to meet him."

"Do you have a reservation?" the receptionist asked, her tone polite but firm.

Adeola's frown deepened. "Do I need a reservation? I'm his friend, c'mon."

"I'm sorry, ma'am, but you can't see him without a reservation. Would you like me to book one for you?" the receptionist offered.

Before Adeola could respond, she caught sight of someone tall, with a commanding presence, walking towards the entrance. It was Tunde Adeyemi himself. Her breath hitched in her throat, and without thinking, she pulled out her lipstick, quickly renewing the color on her lips. She dashed toward him, calling out, "Tunde!"

Tunde's bodyguards immediately moved to block her, but with a swift wave of his hand, he signaled them to give her space. He turned to her, his deep brown eyes locking onto hers. "How can I help you?" he asked, his voice calm and direct.

Adeola, for a moment, was at a loss for words. Tunde Adeyemi was more impressive in person than she had imagined—a tall, perfectly built figure, brown skin that glowed under the sunlight, and those veiny hands... one of her biggest turn-ons. She swallowed hard. "Wow... So perfect," she whispered to herself before catching her breath.

Tunde raised an eyebrow, sensing she was just another fan. Without saying much more, he began to walk toward his car, his indifference clear.

"Wait!" Adeola called out, chasing after him. She caught up with him at his car door, her heart pounding. "Please wait," she said, desperation creeping into her voice.

Tunde sighed, turning to face her again. "What do you want?"

"I want a job," Adeola said, her face softened with a pitiful smile.

"Then go to Spark and apply," Tunde replied, already preparing to leave.

"No, I want your help directly," she said, refusing to let him go that easily.

Tunde chuckled, realizing she wasn't going to give up. "Look, I don't have time to waste."

Before he could get into his car, Adeola blurted out, "I'm from Paul. I'm Paul's sister!"

Tunde froze for a second, the name ringing a bell. "Paul? Which Paul?"

"Paul from Paystack," Adeola clarified, her voice full of hope.

Tunde paused, then slowly closed his car door. "Fine. Meet me tomorrow," he said, handing her an address. "We'll talk then."

Adeola couldn't believe her luck. She nodded enthusiastically. "Thank you! Thank you so much."

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When Adeola got home later that evening, she was gushing with excitement. "Paul! You won't believe this—Tunde Adeyemi is so nice!" she practically sang as she entered the house, tossing her bag onto the couch.

Paul, who was busy with his phone, glanced up. "Wait, Tunde Adeyemi? The Spark Technologies chairman? How do you get to see him?"

Adeola shrugged. "I just do. I told him I'm your sister, and he was so... welcoming."

Paul sat up, a bit surprised. "That's strange. I haven't met him personally, but maybe we've crossed paths before."

"Well, whatever it is, he gave me his house address. I'm going there tomorrow," Adeola said, twirling happily around the room.

Paul's eyebrows shot up. "His house address? Interesting."

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The next day, Adeola made sure to dress to impress. She opted for a sexy, mini gown that clung to her curves. Adeola was naturally endowed with a figure that turned heads—her ample chest and hips, paired with her light but radiant complexion, were enough to make anyone stop and stare. She pulled into Tunde's mansion, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness.

Inside, the aroma of something delicious filled the air as soon as she stepped in. Adeola couldn't resist; she followed the scent all the way to the kitchen, her heels clicking on the marble floor.

"I won't carry you if you fall," Tunde's voice startled her from the doorway.

Adeola glanced down, realizing the floor was slippery with water. She smiled, charmed by his strict demeanor. "So, you'll just leave a pretty lady lying lifeless on the floor in front of your kitchen?" she teased.

Before she could finish her sentence, she lost her balance, her heel sliding on the wet surface. She gasped, bracing for impact, but it never came. Instead, strong hands gripped her waist, pulling her back against a firm chest. Tunde's grip was tight, one arm wrapped around her waist, the other supporting her legs as he steadied her.

For a moment, the world seemed to stop. Adeola's heart raced as she found herself in the arms of the man she had dreamt about. His scent—clean, masculine, with a hint of cologne—washed over her, and her mind spun.

"Careful," Tunde said softly, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine.

Adeola was too stunned to speak, caught in a whirlwind of emotions as Tunde slowly set her back on her feet.