𝟑𝟎 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐥

~~ 31. ~~

"But sir, I can't speak Japanese." He said quite ashamed.

          Demilade lips quirk up. "I don't think any of us can." And he faced the others. "Meeting over. Be prepared Mr Udeh and Mr Simon. We are leaving tomorrow evening." And he stands up and leaves without waiting for a reply.

         Uche followed after him in her heels holding some folders and her Ipad in her hands.

"Mr Demmy." She called.

"Yes." He answered without stopping.

"What made you choose Mr Simon?" She asked again.

          He stopped and turned around to face her making her step back a little so she won't trip.

"I don't know why you have a problem with it. I have already made my decision you should accept it." He said and he began to walk away but he stopped again. And he said calmly. "I see myself in him. He has a dream and he is good despite he doesn't have any experience."

"Okay." She nodded.

"Call the embassy. Our visa should be ready by tomorrow afternoon. And make a video call to Mr Hashimoto. I will be in the conference room." He instructed her and he walked away in another direction probably to the conference room. Uche went back to her seat to do as she was ordered.

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          Lola entered the building with the big signboard with the name 'Demmy Empire' on the top of the long building. The security men didn't ask many questions before letting her in. She had dressed well. She didn't dress in a business-like manner nor did she dress like a slut. So she was confident and okay with her look. No one would see her and not admire her. She would not want to disgrace Demilade.

          She got to the lobby. It was large and quite crowded with people. There was a long receptionist desk where three ladies sat attending to people. There were also some rows of elevators on their far right where people are coming and going into the lobby. Some people were sitting tapping on their phones, some were watching TV on the seats somewhere near the receptionist's desk.

          She walked up to them and smiled.

"Good morning. How can we help you?" One of the ladies asked with a pretty smile in her pink lipstick.

"I want to see the CEO. Mr Demilade." She answered.

"Do you have an appointment with him?" The receptionist asked.

"No, I don't but he will want to see me." She said confidently.

         The lady looked at her. She couldn't read the expression on her face.

"Alright. Please excuse me for a minute." She excused herself and picked up the phone on her desk and dialled a number.

          She said something quietly on the phone almost in a whisper then she turned back to Lola.

"Ma'am, what's your name?" She asked politely.

"Tiwalola Bamidele."

        She nodded and she repeated her name to the receiver. She muttered some other words and then she put down the phone.

"Please wait. His secretary will be down in some minutes to take you to his office. You can sit over there." She pointed to the empty rows of seats where some other people sat.

            She nodded and went to take a seat.

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