By Nightengale Ben-Onyeukwu
‘Chioma Chima’s mother sells fruits in the market.’
‘Really? Which market?’ Michael finally grew interested.
‘But, you might not want to buy fruits from her.’
‘What nonsense are you spouting? I think she sells the best fruits.’
‘Sir Michael…?’ Robert wanted to say something else, but he saw that Michael had lowered his head to play on his phone.
This girl, Chioma Chima, had received the blessing of a good fortune, Robert thought, as he planned to leave the office.
‘We’re going to Chioma Chima,’ Michael said, and Robert froze. ‘She’s at Star Restaurant. We are going there.’
‘But…’
‘No buts… we’re going or you’re fired.’ Michael slowly stood up.
‘Now?’ Robert was still shocked.
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