Adaora, a brilliant yet self-doubting programmer from Ifo, Nigeria, faces the harsh realities of life when her mother falls ill. Armed with exceptional tech skills but struggling with low self-esteem, she ventures to a city in Lagos seeking for job...
Tunde walked into Spark Technologies with Mide by his side. Despite the tension still lingering in the air, he held his head high, determined to resolve things once and for all. The office, which had once felt like a second home, now buzzed with murmurs from staff. They whispered as Mide followed closely behind Tunde, their eyes wide with disbelief.
"He's back?" one employee muttered, nudging her colleague. "What's he even doing here after everything?" another added, glancing nervously at Mide.
Tunde stopped in front of the large gathering of staff members, his expression calm but resolute. He had anticipated this reaction, but he was here to set the record straight.
"Everyone, I need your attention," Tunde began, his voice cutting through the low murmurs. All eyes turned to him, waiting for his explanation. "I know many of you are confused about Mide's return, and some of you might even be upset. But I need you to understand that what happened between Spark Technologies and our CFO, Mide was a misunderstanding, fueled by an attempt to break the unity we've built."
He paused, allowing his words to sink in. The room grew silent.
"Mide has been by my side since the beginning. He invested in Spark Technologies multiple times and was instrumental in helping us secure this building. Yes, mistakes were made, but I believe in second chances, and I ask that all of you do the same."
A murmur of agreement slowly rippled through the staff as they nodded in understanding. Tunde's sincerity had a way of calming the storm, and soon the tension in the room dissolved.
Later that day, Tunde and Mide went out to celebrate, something they hadn't done in a long time. The upscale lounge was dimly lit, and the clinking of glasses and low hum of conversation provided a relaxing backdrop for their reunion.
"Spark Technologies is booming, Tunde," Mide said as they clinked glasses. "Five billion naira from that same gas measurement system stuff? That's huge. And I have to say, I'm impressed with how you've expanded."
Tunde smiled, a hint of pride in his eyes. "Yeah, things have been going well recently."
Mide leaned back, his gaze thoughtful. "So, why isn't Adaora working for you? There's a position for a UI/UX designer, and she's talented. It makes no sense that she's still at Paystack."
Tunde's smile faded slightly. "I've mentioned it to her, believe me. I think she's just too comfortable at Paystack."
"Comfortable or controlled?" Mide raised an eyebrow, hinting at something deeper.
That night, as Tunde lay in bed, he picked up his phone and opened a chat with Adaora. He decided to bring it up again, despite knowing her reluctance.
Tunde: Hey, have you thought more about leaving Paystack? Heartthrob ❤️: Tunde, I told you, I can't. Tunde: But why? Spark has been making crazy profits. Your role here would be even more important, and I'd pay you whatever you want. How much do you earn at Paystack? Heartthrob ❤️: Tunde, it's not about the money...
The conversation trailed off, leaving Tunde frustrated. He didn't text her again the next morning, something Adaora noticed. It left her uneasy, knowing she had likely upset him. When she met Bam Bam later that day at their usual coffee spot, she vented her worries.
"He didn't text me today," Adaora said, sipping her latte. "I think he's upset I didn't agree to leave Paystack."
Bam Bam chuckled, rolling her eyes. "Honestly, Ada, he's trying to control you. Spark Technologies is doing great, but Paystack is strong too. Why should you leave just because he says so?"
"I don't know..." Adaora trailed off, feeling conflicted.
Bam Bam leaned in closer, lowering her voice. "Besides, you've got me and Chidi Okoye here. Trust me you have a high chance of becoming the CEO of Paystack"
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Meanwhile, in a dimly lit office across town, Chidi Okoye sat opposite Dr. Lawrence. The two men exchanged confidential documents, their expressions serious.
"This will be enough to bring him down," Chidi said, sliding a folder across the table. "I'll send you the lawyer's number soon."
A few days later, as Tunde sat in his office at Spark Technologies, his assistant walked in with a sealed envelope labeled "URGENT" from the Lagos State Police Headquarters. Tunde frowned but tore it open quickly, his eyes darting over the typed words on the official letterhead:
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Lagos State Police Command Office of the Head of Investigations State Criminal Investigation Department (SCID) Panti, Yaba, Lagos
Dear Mr. Tunde Adeyemi,
Subject: Notice of Legal Action
We write to formally notify you that a lawsuit has been filed against you. You are hereby being sued for the sum of 2 billion naira on the grounds of harassment, bullying, and intimidation of Dr. Lawrence and his daughter. The suit includes charges of causing emotional distress and threatening behavior.
You are required to report to our office at the SCID, Yaba, for further questioning. Kindly respond within 7 days of receiving this letter.
Yours sincerely, Inspector Ayodeji Balogun Head of Investigations Lagos State Police Command
Tunde's grip on the letter tightened, and he slammed it on the table. The news spread like wildfire, trending on Twitter within hours. Spark Technologies, once basking in its financial success, now found itself caught in a scandal.
