Ingrid

CHAPTER ONE

Ingrid

My life had no sauce or flavour whatsoever until this very day.

I juggled my bags and slammed the car door shut. My eyes were spinning and beads of sweat was beginning to form on my forehead. To say I was exhausted was an understatement. I was wasted, like the work laden kind of wasted.

I had just passed out from the NYSC three months ago;it's this programme that organizes graduate youths in Nigeria to serve the country. I graduated from school of culinary arts,also graduated from an online program for interior designing and event planning.

So basically you can say that my family was one of the richest, if not the richest,family in the country. My dad is the chairman of an empire that generated billions of income from it's different sectors. My mom is his business partner.Unlike my older elder brother and younger sister who had no interest in the family business,It had always been my dream to be a contributor to the empire's economical prowess. So when I was done serving i proposed an idea to my dad. The empire didn't have an interior designing sector and I told my dad it would be beneficial to have a sector that controlled that part. If we wanted to stay true to the 'thorough' nickname, we had to have and do every kind of package that was out there.
He, to my delight,accepted.

since the sector was new in other words empty and unrefined, I had to set up a functional team,employ new hands and start up something. Since three weeks now my best friend and I worked our butts off to refine and fill up the place. And for that three weeks it has been of me working round the clock and getting little rest. I'd work twelve hours at the office and most
Of the rest of the twelve hours at home. To top it all, we landed a contract three days ago to set up a dinner party that was to happen this evening. Hence it was no more half day working,I've been working complete twenty four hours to set up everything and make sure this doesn't blow up in my face. So apparently,I've been working way too much that my mother demanded I returned home today at noon time to take a rest.

On a normal day, I would have protested and stayed on but she didn't ask, this time around she demanded and it always got ugly when I try to rebel when given an order especially from my mother. Although she had a rather Petite frame,she almost always got whatever she wanted. The last thing I want is for my mom to tell my dad I should quit because she felt the job was eating me alive; after all my family had enough money to take care of me till I get old.
So instead of staying back, i took all the work I needed with me. This was my first job and I wasn't going to let a sentimental mother ruin it for me.

As I pushed opened the front door, I noticed a sihlouette figure disappear to the side of the house. I heaved a sigh of exasperation when I worked out who it could be. The body guard that my parents hired for me and which I wasn't supposed to know about. I rolled my eyes. So much for being stealthy. He's been following me for almost three weeks now. I didn't need a bodyguard; especially one who couldn't do his job properly.I could take care of myself, I thought I made that fact clear to my parents. I'd have to discuss that again with my parents sometime.

My mom had asked me to meet her when I got home; probably to make sure I actually got home. So On my way up the flight of stairs, I intercepted our butler

"Good day Mr John. Do you have any idea where my mother is?"

"She's in the library."

Just like most insanely rich people. My house was almost half as big as a small street and the rooms were large and far apart from each other. My room was in the east wing where all the bedrooms are and the library was way over to the West wing were anything but the bedrooms were. If I was going to the library It would take me like ten minutes to and fro and twenty minutes talk time. And at this juncture I didn't have the luxury of time so....