Exaggerated Realities
I didn’t meet Demola waiting to tear my head down but I met Salewa, sitting quietly in my chair and fiddling with her iPad. My eyes caught her as I was rushing into the office and immediately they did, I started retracting my steps. I wanted to go to the bathroom and think of what to do to avoid her but unfortunately, she rotated the chair and her eyes caught me.
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I knew I couldn’t tell Salewa anything that had happened that day because she was going to gloat so much and I wouldn’t have peace in the coming days. At the same time, I knew I couldn’t avoid it. Salewa would know if I was lying about the meeting and if I didn’t tell her what happened, what was I going to say?
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I was going to go to the bathroom, call Bena and tell her what was going on as hot Fola’s behaviour was confusing and how I thought he was just messing with my head. But just before I got to the door, just two inches away from the door, I missed a step, tripped over and fell down.
I forgot the documents for my meeting and with the way that Fola had been targeting me, I knew that if I didn’t have those papers, it would be disastrous, considering how he had reacted during my first presentation. I quickly dashed into the office to get them because me I didn’t want wahala with anybody. Before Demola and Salewa think I am ruining things on purpose.
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Three weeks passed and there was no word from Fola’s end. Demola had called a few times to find out if they had awarded the contract to another company but he couldn’t get any substantial information. I was starting to worry because I knew that if we didn’t get that contract, Demola would blame me for it and that would mean trouble.
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“What happened?”
“This dress, it makes you look like a…” She hesitated.
I looked down at my dress, wondering what the problem could be. I rose my head and looked at her in confusion.
“Like a what?” I looked at the back. “What’s wrong with it?”