9. Quest Of Rogues

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She was a vessel, overflowing with sexual appeal.

Lekan’s dormant brain, sprung to life again and the gravity of the moment dawned on him. Naade was here? Why? The last he saw of her, was a week ago after they had had wild, satisfying sex and she had gone on to query him afterwards, on his orientation towards romantic relationships. After that she hadn’t contacted him, and communication between them had withered. Now she was showing up at his office, with a bold equanimity around her as if she were on her turf and not his. Whatever that meant.

“Naade?” He didn’t bother keeping the astonishment out of his voice. Naade didn’t address him, until she had plopped her bag down on of the wicker chairs, and set her hair into order. He almost didn’t recognize her because of her new hairstyle.

Braids in Havana twists, replaced her old brown weavon—and two strands of said, velvet black braids curled around her face to meet below her jaw, where their edges kissed occasionally depending on movement. The rest of the braids were pinned up, into duo twirling turrets with several golden pins that glimmered like stars in a constellation.

“Of course, you’d be surprised.” Naade ascended the stairwell and approached his desk, with her smile still glued to her face. She pulled out a seat from under his desk, across him, without permission and lowered herself to sit, before crossing her legs.

“You didn’t exactly see this coming, I understand. It is no news to you that your dad and my dad, are business partners of course, and it is also no news to you that I am a shareholder in many companies. And having a substantial amount of shares, grants me the power of executive to govern and reign over certain matters if I want. So yeah, I work here at Keye Conglomerate because it is the most convenient for me, after my dad’s own company itself.”

Her explanation sounded plausible and valid, to his ears but the reason why it came off as scheming and cunning, eluded him. It was probably because a part of him, wanted to believe Naade was only here because he was here but that was downright ludicrous.

He had never told her, he was set to resume work at the company, and although she was privy of him and Kunle’s earlier dispute—she could have never predicted it to lead to him caving in. Even if he wanted to consider her intuition being stellar, it was simply an improbable task to pull strings in so such a time, in order to land her an executive role in the office.

“That makes sense,” Lekan said finally, edging forward in his seat to look more professional. “And I’m guessing you didn’t choose your dad’s company, because he is sort off imposing and all right? And you wanted to be far away from him, as much as possible?”

Her nose scrunched, and she shook her head a bit. “Far away from him, yes but not for the reasons you’re probably thinking. I didn’t choose here over there, because my dad is imposing. It’s actually because he’s too…daddyish. He would be so doting, and watchful and protective of me, that it wouldn’t be like actual work anymore.

“Every single one of his staff would probably walking round eggshells just to please me. So it’s better this way. Here, I get respect because I deserve respect as a high ranking director. Not because, folk here are afraid of losing their jobs because my dad is the boss.”

Lekan nodded, as comprehension dawned on him. “Makes perfect sense. So what exactly is your job, here?”

Your job,” Naade beamed, and her smile intensified. “Like I said earlier, I’m a managing director here of administrative affairs. Just below the Chief operating officer and chief executive officer. You’re set to be C.E.O, so it’s only natural for you to be directly below your dad, in a way that you don’t handle too much work, until you can adjust to it which naturally makes my job, yours. But since you can’t sack me, and you’re only going to be director temporarily till when you’d become C.E.O., we’re partners and we’d be handling the director work together. Your dad was the one who pitched this idea to me, of course and I’m all for it.”

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