𝟑𝟎 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐥

~~ 7. ~~

             She picked up a matching bag and walked out of her room. Her father was instructing her brother on something he has to do and he nodded and waved at her before walking away to his room.

"Are you ready?" Mr Bamidele asked his daughter.

            She nodded in response. He shake his head and picked up his car key. And they both left the house.

                 The two and half hour ride seemed like months. And when they finally got there, her father dropped her at the gate after giving his usual fatherly advice. The gateman was nice to her and he asked after her father.

                 The same lady that she met on her first visit to the house was the one who came to open the door for her. She looked surprised to see her. Probably wondering what she has come to do again. But she never voice her thoughts rather than asked her to come in.

             The house still looked magnificent as the first day. She couldn't take all the glory of the huge house alone. She wished her little cousins and brother could see this. They always dreamed of living in a big house. The house was so beautiful and big. And she wondered how a bachelor lives alone in such a huge mansion. The mansion was enough to contain triple her family.

                   She sighed as she entered the inner living room with the same beauty just as the first time. The house felt so cold and it was spotless. Everything was glowing, smooth and sparking. The shiny almost glass-like tiles on the floor were very polished that she could see herself on the floor. The interior design was something she could describe with a whole book. She inwardly saluted the person maintaining the house for him. But well, he has the money to pay anybody in the world to clean up the house.

             Lola finally looked away from the heavenly paradise that was a man's living room and she saw her host, Demilade sitting in the same position he sat in the last time she came to the house.

               He had not noticed her walk in. She was sure about that because he didn't look up. His attention was on the iPad in his hand. He was sitting, with crossed legs, tapping on the phone with one hand at a very fast speed.

              And she admitted that he was handsome. He was indeed good-looking for a man. The all-black suit he wore looked so perfect on him. He was dressed in a black suit, a black shirt and a black tie that perfectly fitted his broad shoulder. As a fashion designer, she could tell the suit can buy the house she lives in with her family. And the way he sat with so much confidence, the posture.... speaks power, confidence, pride and beauty. 

                 How could someone be so wealthy and damn handsome at the same time? She asked herself inwardly. It seems impartial. But she can't blame God. 

"Good morning." She greeted.

             He raised his head and looked at her. He was wearing a frown on his face.

"Sit." He ordered.

              No greeting. The guy was a jerk. She concluded. It was well understood that he was wealthy and quite older than her but it doesn't mean he has to be rude and look down on her. 

"You are quite a on time." He said still looking at something on his phone.

"I'm punctual and I know you are a busy man. I don't want to keep you waiting." She said. "I saw an alert of three hundred thousand last night in your name. What does that mean? You said you will give me the money after the deal."