Fisrt things first, Happy new year guys!!!
He rose to his feet and stretched forth his hand. “Daniel Olotu”, he said with his
famous cocky grin. Taking his hand as slowly as possible, she replied wetting her
lips with her tongue, “Saida Ibrahim”.” “Pleasure.” He replied touching his lips to
the back of her hand.
She flashed him a huge smile as Layefa pulled out a chair for her.
When they had all taken their seats: “So, uh...i’m working with Saida on that
Fashola case I told you about, She’s one of the top executives at the Lagos
Development Bank”. “Wow! Beauty and brains! How do you concentrate, bro?” Daniel
cried. Saida placed a hand on her chest and feigned a blush. Layefa just shrugged
and waved his left hand with his wedding ring on it. (How cuuute). Daniel rolled his
eyes then turned back to Saida. “So where did you go to uni at?” he asked as his
eyes danced around her voluptuous form. “Uh…First degree at Oxford, Second degree at
Harvard” she answered like it was nothing”. Well, for people like Layefa and Daniel who paroled Ivy-Leagues anyhow, it was probably nothing.
“Are you serious? Sweet. I’m a Harvard man myself; first and second degree. You
know, Layefa here did at his Masters at Harvard too”. Daniel said. She nodded then
asked “Are you a lawyer too?”. “Well, yeah. But not right now. At the mo, I’m jus
freelancing. You know, testing the waters” Daniel replied. “Ode”, Layefa muttered.
“Oh. That sounds fun. Testing the waters? So where were you before?”, Saida said
tossing her hair then moving closer to Daniel. “Just some firm in the heart of
Chicago. You know the kind with dreary old partner dudes and over-ambitious young
lawyer types”. Saida nodded then smiled. “So Saida, you got the paperwork?” Layefa
interrupted. Turning towards him, Saida said, “Yeah, of course sweetie”. She reached
into her case and got out a stack of legal documents.
Back at The Meridian Hotel rooftop café:
“Okay. That’s a wrap!” I announced. We had just concluded his interview. “Wow,
you’re pretty good at your job!” Chris said, taking my hand. “Thanks” I said
grinning. “So you wanna head back to the office and discuss the shoot?” I added. “Uh…
not really. We could meet back here later this evening to discuss it if you’d like
but right now I gotta catch some z’s” Chris replied stretching his arms. Stealing a
glance at my watch, I felt so silly suggesting that we head back to the office after
I’d taken almost two hours of his time already. I nodded and said, “No problem.
What time is good for you?”. He thought for a few seconds then said “I guess seven
is alright for me. How bout you? You think seven would be cool for you?”. Without
even thinking about it twice I just said, “Yeah, Sure”.
“I’ll just be a minute” I said rising from my seat. Being the perfect gentlemen that
he is, he stood while I rose. I walked briskly to the washroom hoisting my purse on my arm.
I ran a brush through my hair and touched up my make-up quickly. As I was about to
leave, I thought to call Layefa. He’d been trying to reach me all day.
“Hey Baby!” he picked up on the first ring. “Hey boo!” I replied. “I’m guessing you
just got outta your meeting?” he asked, “I’ve been trying to reach you all day!”.
“Yeah, baby. I know” I replied, “I wanted to call you back but I didn’t want to
keep him waiting”. “No wahala, Dee”, Layefa said, “So what’s the guy like?”.
I told him how Chris was really modest and gentlemanly, how he studied photography
at Paris, how he could speak four languages and was about to tell him bout his
exotic ethnicity when he was like, “Baby chill! It’s like you’re really excited oh.
You’ll tell me the rest at home, k?”. Even though I said “Alright then”, I secretly
hoped I wasn’t over-hyping Chris. “Daniel came by the office today oh. He even met
Saida” Layefa said. “Are you serious? How is he?” I replied deliberately ignoring
his last statement. “He’s good. He was even like we should all go out tonight. You
know, dinner”. Just then I glanced at my watch and I’d been gone from the table for
eighteen minutes. Eighteen whole minutes! “Okay baby. I’ll talk to you later, k?” I
said hurriedly cutting the line just as he said “Love you!”. I texted “Love you
more” to Layefa as I hurried back to join Chris.
“I’m terribly sorry for keeping you waiting” I gushed as I reached the table. “No
problem, no problem” he replied rising from his seat. “I was on the phone…I kinda
lost-” I tried to explain when he shushed me, “Its okay, Delores”. Smiling, I
hoisted up my purse on my arm then said, “So are you ready to leave?”.