My Corona Roommate

✨Chapter Eleven-Trivial Issues or Not

Adam's POV
You never really know the demeanour of a person until you live together.  It's been a month and six days now since Emily came to stay with me. She was staying over for three months.

I had no expectations when she came. Life had taught me not to expect anything from anyone but what I saw in her was something I would never have thought of either.

When she said that she hated doing laundry, I thought it was merely a dislike or laziness—I never knew that she actually couldn't do it.

I was at my place of work, Zenith Bank. At 24, I was already the assistant Managing Director. Many of my colleagues envied me and spread rumours that it was because of my father's influence that I got the position. I made sure to prove them wrong and I showed my capabilities.

I was loyal and respectful to my superiors and lenient but not too much though with my subordinates. I managed to gain the admiration of some and the hatred of the rest. That's life—everyone can't like you, just do your best and leave the rest.

On a fateful Wednesday, I received a call from Emily. From the tone of her voice, I knew something was wrong. She told me she had nearly flooded my apartment.

I composed myself and quickly took permission from my immediate boss. After explaining the situation to him, he didn't seem convinced at all. He kept winking at me like I was just taking a break from work to spend time with my girlfriend. I was so flustered but he eventually let me go. Some of my colleagues gave me suspicious looks but I ignored them.

Immediately, I got into my red Toyota Camry and drove at maximum speed. I was shaken by what Emily said. I had to reach home as soon as possible. An officer on duty nearly arrested me. He stopped me and talked to me for about 15 minutes about the dangers of speeding. I had to settle him before he let me off.

I had a thousand naira in my breast pocket and I quickly gave it to him. He stared at me for some time taking in my appearance. My Sky blue long-sleeve shirt was well fitted and gave me a dazzling look. The gold cufflinks were made more visible by my stunning diamond watch—a gift from my mom on my 16th birthday. I only wore it for special occasions and high-class meetings along with my royal blue tie. He looked at my jet pants and shoes then he frowned at me.

"You are a big boy, why only this", he said while shaking my one thousand naira note at me.

I had no time for any of these and I didn't want the matter to escalate further so I gave him another one thousand. He praised me and told me to drive safely. They never change their ways. Always looking for ways to milk us dry.

As soon as I reached my apartment, my landlord and new co-tenant were just leaving. They must have come to help her. My landlord, Mr Ona was infuriated with me. He was holding it in. He passed my side and whispered some words loud enough for only me to hear.

"This is going to increase your rent especially if he complains." He was referring to my Co-tenant.

Mr Ona was a strict landlord. I was surprised that was all he said. My previous Co-tenant who lived on the ground floor was thrown out for merely flirting with the landlord's daughter.

The new tenant gave me pitiful looks and went away. I entered and looked around. My rug, sofa and some of my papers were badly damaged. I looked up to see Emily crying. Her face was damp and pale. Her brown eyes were dull and her hair was wet. My rage subsided upon seeing her sorry state. I knew she didn't mean it but this meant extra expenses for me.

  "Bro I'm sorry. I know we made a deal and I originally said I wouldn't go on with it but I wanted to do something nice for you. You cook and do almost everything." She paused and sniffed.