By Nightengale Ben-Onyeukwu
Chioma nodded.
‘When you get home, you calm down and explain everything to your beau.’
Chioma let out a sigh, feeling satisfied with Chisom’s suggestion.
Felix walked out from the conference room after a board meeting of nearly three hours. As he walked elegantly to his office, he spoke to a client on the phone. Peter was following behind, clutching a few documents. He was smart in his white suit and matching shoes.
Felix was wearing a formal western suit with a white dress shirt underneath, which fitted his graceful body. The collar of his immaculate shirt had vintage embroidery on it and a strawberry pattern was sewn on the chest pocket. Felix had bought the dress when he travelled to Italy early this year for a friend’s birthday party. He hadn’t worn the suit before. Today was the first day he had donned this suit. There was no doubt; his appearance was like a prince from medieval Europe. He was a very handsome creature. The Njemanzes had good genes, and every woman or man would like to be married into this family so as to birth geniuses with beautiful features.
‘Make
a reservation at any grand restaurant for me, having a date with Chioma at six
in the evening,’Felix said, taking off his suit jacket once he entered his
office.
Peter placed the documents on the desk. ‘Would you pick Chioma at Star Restaurant or do I need to do it for you?’
Felix frowned at him. ‘Why should you ask such a stupid question? If you don’t have a girlfriend, at least you watch romance movies and learn that every gentleman picks up his girl for a date’
At this same moment at Lagos
State House, Michael, Robert and Christopher were still sitting in the
governor’s luxury office disussing on
the reasons why Moon Corporation wouldn’t relocate to a remote area.
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