Broken | ✓

CHAPTER TWELVE: DINNER

                                Ireti
Ogechi resumed today, she looked different than the last time we saw her, better even. She was all smiles and this time the smiles reached her eyes, her wounds were all healed and there were barely traces of scars on her skin.

"You look nice Ogechi" Ifeoma complimented, smiling.

"I always look nice" Ogechi boasted.

"You still haven't changed" I commented.

"I'm just glad you are back and you are fine now" Stan said.

"Of you cos you are happy. I'm pretty sure you all were miserable without me. So give me all the deeds, what has been happening around here?"

"Well for starters, your boss, I mean our boss is in the hospital" I answered.

"What!" Ogechi screamed. "What happened?"

"He collapsed the other day. Luckily for him, Ireti and Stan were still in the office when he fainted. Few of us are going to see him in the hospital during our lunch break" Ifeoma replied.

"Ooh please count me in"

"Ireti are you still going?" Ifeoma asked.

"I'm not sure, Mike and I are still working on that client's project. He's very picky. I've lost count of how many times we've changed design. I'm exhausted" I complained.

"Urghh, tell me about it. Extremely picky clients are the worst. Remember that man Stan and I worked with last year. I almost cried" Ogechi laughed.

"You almost abi you cried" Stan confronted laughing. Ifeoma and I joined in.

Even though we didn't say it much we all missed Ogechi and were worried about her. If we looked past her gossips and ego, she was actually a really nice person.

"Abeg let me go and join Mike. See you later. You can sha still check with me if I'm free when you are going to the hospital" I said, heading towards the door.

"Okay boo" Ifeoma replied.

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I had never partnered with anyone that was not Stan, Ifeoma or Ogechi before to work on a project. I worked solo or with one of them or under the supervision of Mr Stern-face. I had to partner with someone since the workload for the project was heavy and Ifeoma and Stan were fully booked. I had to look for someone else outside the squad.

It wasn't bad at all as Mike was really cooperative and very helpful, when I took the project to him, he didn't hesitate to lend a helping hand and he was quite friendly. We never really talked aside the usual exchange of pleasantries when we see each other or whenever we were paired together during the office mid year picnic.

"How is Rihanna supposed to help us with the project?" I asked Mike who was scrolling through an album of pictures of Rihanna.

"Except she inspires you to work harder then you can keep scrolling" I added laughing.

"Isn't she everybody's inspiration, I mean look at her. She's a work of art. A goddess" Mike answered.
He was clearly a fan of Rihanna and so was I.

"I agree" I nodded.

"Finally, someone who is in support of the motion, Rihanna is way better than Beyonce"

"Okay slow down Mr, I never said Rihanna was better than Beyonce"

"But you are a Rihanna fan"

"Yes I am, but I'm also an honorable member of the Beyhive (Beyonce's fan base) I grew up listening to both of them and yes there are some of Rihanna's songs that is way better than Beyonce's as there are some of Beyonce's songs that is way better than Rihanna's. They are two very talented women but I strongly believe Beyonce is slightly better than Rihanna with five percent, talent wise and body wise"