It was just some invite to an album launch party. “This Daniel sha! He just came back oh. And he’s already sending out invites” “What party?” Kiki asked walking over to my side of the desk. “Oh! Tha kidd! that guy that sang that ‘Me and my baby’ song”. Raising my eyebrows, I’m like “What? Which one is that again?” “Delores! I will so fucking slap you if you tell me you don’t know that song!” “Chill. Is it the one that has Banky W on it?” “Duh! I swear you’re getting old oh. How come you’re getting invited to his album launch sef? I heard he’s like a teenager or something”. I shrugged, “Daniel probably knows the boy’s label executives or something”.
“So what were we saying bout IK now? You gonna call him?” I pestered. I knew I was nagging her but she’s my best friend and I wasn’t going to sit and watch her throw something good away. “Ok fine! Ah! I’ll call him, Delores” Kiki said throwing her hands up in despair as she walked back to her seat across the table from me. “You are? Oya call him now” I picked up her phone from the table and tossed it to her. She rolled her eyes as she caught it. “Don’t worry, I’ll ex as soon as I’m sure he’s picked up” I assured her grinning like a Cheshire cat. I stood behind her and watched her dial the number. He picked up on the fourth ring. She dangled the phone in front of my eyes then mouthed, “See?”. I nodded and mouthed, “I’m ouddie!”. She smiled as I quickly exited my office. I knew Kiki wouldn’t have had a problem with me being there but I just liked to give people their space.
“Bols, what’s crackin’? I said slipping into the visitors’ chair opposite Bola, my assistant. Smiling, she held up a list of names I’d told her to research on and said, “Just this”. Nodding, I said, “Good girl. Carry on!”
I liked Bola a lot. She was the kind of assistant who didn’t make you feel as if you were too demanding even if you were. She was also really efficient at her job. She kinda reminded me of Betty in ‘Ugly betty’ except she was anything but ugly. She was a petite pretty young thing. Though Bola was barely twenty, she had all the experience I needed her to have. Her dad her passed away just before she finished secondary school so her and her sibling had to pick up a few jobs to assist their mom with the bills and all.
“Is that a new bracelet? It’s rather hot oh. Where did you get it?” I asked holding up her wrist for a proper look. From the way she was smiling, I knew someone had given it to her even before she said it. “Oh.This? Thank you! It was a gift.” She stared at her desk bashfully. “Ohhhh. No need to be embarrassed now. At least he has taste” I said with a wink.
I decided to go snoop around the office building and let her get back to her researching. I headed to the beauty department first. Those whores never got tired of drama. I walked to the elevator hoping not to run into any of those chatty colleagues of mine. I couldn’t stand office chit-chat that went further than “Hello. How are you doing? How’s the family? See you around.” But noooo. Some people just had to tell you how their day sucked, how their sister’s boyfriend’s uncle is running for Governor and stuff like that.
Thankfully I made it the elevator without anyone stopping me. I got in and hit the 3rd floor button which was where the beauty department was. I hummed along with the elevator music before it abruptly stopped on the 5th floor. Before I knew it, the doors opened and Dafe Martins walked in. For about five seconds I just stood and stared with my mouth hanging. Like seriously. What were the chances of running into someone you’d expertly managed to avoid for months?!