By Nightengale Ben-Onyeukwu
Chioma had received her first pay packet and was thinking of what to do with it, whether to hand it over to her mother or buy something with it, for her mother.
‘I will hand the money over to my mother. She’ll know what to buy for herself,’ Chioma muttered, even though she doubted the possibility of her mother taking the money. Just as she was thinking this, a man came to her and asked, ‘Who’s Chioma?’
‘I am.’Chioma turned to the man.
‘Here, this is for you.’ The man handed her a bouquet of flowers, leaving her stunned. ‘Hey, Mr, who gave these flowers to me?’
‘Over there!’ the man pointed at the door, and both Chioma and Chisom followed his hand.
‘Do you know him?’Chisom asked Chioma confused.
‘No…I’ll check it out.’ Chioma headed for the door, glancing around, she saw the man was talking to someone who supposedly had given him the flowers to give to Chioma.
‘Do we know each other?’ Chioma asked the man who was wearing a black suit.
‘No, we haven’t met. Let me introduce myself, my name is Peter Peterson. I am an assistant to the vice president of one of the best companies here in Abuja. You’re Chioma Chima, right?’
‘I don’t care who you’re… you can be the President of Nigeria, I don’t care.’
‘My boss likes you…’
‘Well, I don’t like him.’ Chioma looked at the flowers and then back at Peter and said, ‘I’m sorry but I wish not to like your boss.’ She handed him back the flowers.
‘My boss really likes you.’ Peter was annoyed that Chioma would reject his boss.
Chioma waved a hand and said, ‘No, no, I don’t care if your boss likes me. How can he like someone he hasn’t seen before? This whole thing seems like a little too soap opera-like. I hate it. Anyway, thank you for bringing me the flowers but I can’t accept them.’
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