"What is the meaning of I lost my job? I am asking you Shola?"
"Abi you don lose you reasoning sense? It means I no get work again!"
Wumi had just messed up her perfect liner when Shola dropped the news on her. If they were sharing a box for a house, the also had to share the bills and that was not going to work if they were both jobless.
"See eh Omashola, this thing you're saying is not funny. How are we supposed to cope? You know I can't sustain us both on what I get from the club,"
"I know I know! I know ma! That's why I'm beginning a new job hunt tomorrow. I'll get a job before you know it, don't worry." Shola answered scrolling through jobs offers on her phone,
"I must worry oh! " Wumi continued, brushing a blonde wig on her hand, "the last time you were job hunting, you deny job wey go afford better living space for go dey smile and bow for restaurant,"
"It was a stripping job,"
"Ehen! And so? It's not like you'd be doing what I do,"
"It's no different. It's basically sex on a pole,"
"Guy leave us with all this big English sha. All the school wey you go; all the degrees wey you get; nobi us two dey still share this sardine box? And now you're jobless! You better learn surviving skills oh my sister,"
"Wumi; a beg I don tire! I said I will start searching for a new job tomorrow. Don't turn this place into the house I ran away from, please!"
Wumi check her tight outfit in the mirror, affirmed she looked hot and ready to go, she grabbed her purse and turned to Shola still on her phone, in the bed,
"I'm leaving. You like get job, no get job, as long as you dey help for bills, weti be my own?"
Shola groaned as she heard the doors clamp shut. She let out a heavy sigh of frustration,
"Eh God! Ki ni mo she? ibo ni mo ti shi she? kilode ti awon aye n tele kadara mi. oluwa..." just as she was about ending her prayers, she heard a knock on the door, "God why nah!" She cried, "Wumi, did you forget something?"
"Ah! Come on in jarey. You're knocking as if you're a stranger here."
"I thought that nasty cousin of yours will still be here. How are you sha?" Simi jumped on the bed, it made a squeaky sound.
"I'm fine now but will be dead if you break Adewumi's bed."
"Which kind bed? A beg! Anyways, I'm really sorry you got fired! What are you going to do now?" Shola turned her eyes to their dilapidating ceiling, sinking into her thoughts,
"Honestly girl, I don't know. Job hunting in the country too is not a piece of cake." She shaked her head horizontally, "but one thing's for sure, I'm coming down to D'lux tomorrow."
"Why again?" Simi asked her,
"I worked for a full month and a week, which should still be worth something to be compensated for; plus, I have to return something."
They both remained silent for a long while, "well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow?" Simi got up and picked up her handbag before leaving,
"See tomorrow friend,"
Shola spent the rest of her day surfing through social media, gawking at the luxurious lifestyle of young girls younger than her, "chaiii! God! Look at lifestyle? I'm sure only her glasses costs more than my entire wardrobe. Oluwa, joor, so oro mi di Ayo! God a beg eh!" She finally fell asleep and dreamed of herself in Victoria's secret lingerie, in a marble bathtub surrounded by pearls and diamonds, sipping from a golden cup, Martini.
She got up the following morning without the strength or zeal to want to do anything. But she just had to; at least today, she had all the time in the world. Her cousin had not yet returned but she couldn't care any less. She took her bath, taking her time to get it all done perfectly. She washed shampooed and conditioned her hair; something she hadn't done in a while. She wrapped it all up in a towel, giving it time to dry a little before she could style it. Lately she had just been putting it up in one messy bun and 4C hair in a messy bun was really messy and not in the cute way. Today she was going to make it look like Ariana Grande ordered for it. But first, she did her usual light nude makeup but today she added a pair of lashes and it gave her a whole new edge. She did her hair Ariana Grande style with extensions, dressed up in a knee length black skirt, a faded Versace shirt, and gold flats. She shoved her job hunting requirements, CV and all, into a black bag and threw one last glance at her ensemble in the mirror. God I look so cliché. She frowned. Well it's not like she could click a finger and appear in a Balmain getup. She shut the doors, and shoved the keys inside the pockets of an old jacket hanging by the door.
Obviously, her first destination was her former job site. As she got off the taxi, more like tricycle, Shola felt something bitter in her throat; disgust. She just wanted to swing by Mr Onuka's office, collect her balance and leave. But then caught a glimpse of a certain grey haired Caucasian male at the restaurant section, her internal flames burned to an infinity degrees Celsius.
That bastard!!! she thought. She matched over to the restaurant with a few words for the bastard. To her greatest surprise, when she got there, she met almost the entire staff in a frenzy, busily turning the place upside down, searching for something. Mr Onuka on the other hand was on his phone, telling whoever was on the other line to report to work for emergency reasons. While the bastard stood on one corner like none of the rest was happening. Mr Onuka spotted Shola,
"And you, what do you want?" He asked her, drawing all attentions onto her, including Solano's,
"I came here for my balance."
"Aren't you the chit that attended to my table yesterday?" Solano instantly asked, always as calm as the sea on a good day, Shola's nostrils flared,
Make this one no just temper me today,
"Yes I am," she replied in the most snobbish manner ever, "why?"
"I lost my wallet and I want it back."
"Hmmm! Sorry oga! I didn't see it," Shola turned back to Mr Onuka, "I need my balance Mr Onuka,"
"You're so insensitive you this Yoruba girl. Can't you see we're a little busy here. I don't have time to attend to you so go, come back tomorrow," Mr Onuka kinda shoved her aside. Shola gasped,
He didn't just...
"You do not just want to go there," she dropped her bag on a table, "do you know how much I spent just to end up here daily? A beg a beg a beg! Settle me I beg! I have other things to do,"
"I said I'm busy and..."
"What the hell is going on here? I want my wallet and I want it now!" Solano matched majestically over to where Jude Onuka stood, a few feet away from Shola.
"At least that makes two of us. Mr Onuka I have places to be. Can I just get my fucking balance?"
"Oh so you think we are sharing points of views now? Little lady! You think this is a contest?"
"No it's not. Because I already have an upper hand. You got this idiot to fire me, now you get him to give me my balance or..."
"Or what?" Everyone had stopped what they were doing and were watching. It was like a TV show scene.
"Or," Shola thought had about her next words. They could either give her an upper hand or they could send her to prison. She always had a talent for blackmailing people or getting them to do stuff for her using certain leverage against them, "or that wallet you're looking for might permanently disappear." Everyone's eyes bulged in surprise; not only because of how Shola spoke to the white guy but also because of her revelation.
"You little chit! You have my wallet! Give it back!" Solano almost walked into her, this time losing his calmness,
"Go to hell!" Shola shot back, eyeballs to eyeballs,
"Shola! Shola! Shola! How many times did I call you?" Mr Onuka asked holding his ear, "So now you're stealing?"
"Oh please! I found it while cleaning the table yesterday and…”
"And you kept it!" Solano asked,
"As leverage, in case I got fired. I was going to return it in peace but now, it’s going to work for my benefit. You know about my leverage skills nah Jude? Oya! Before I provoke, bring my balance."
"For heaven's sake how much is this god damn balance? I'll pay it, just give me back my wallet," Solano shouted. His voice was husky and angry, like the roar of thunder. It could bring knees to the floor, but Shola liked it anyway. She started finding herself getting turned on by this man. His entire physique was a total turn on but she never was one to fall for appearances. It was the little unimportant details that caught her attention to a man.
"Eighty thousand," Shola answered,
"Dollars?" Solano questioned,
“Bloody hell! Get her a pen and paper, put on your bank account details. Now for the love of everything sane, can I get back my wallet?"
"You’ll get it but only after I receive my money."
Shola wrote her bank details on a sheet of paper and Solano just took a screen shot and sent them to someone before placing a call. While the phone rang, he kept on throwing death glares at the young girl who didn't seem to care a fist,
"Sunday, could please do a cash transfer of a hundred thousand naira to the details on the photo I just sent you?" He hung up his phone and the place felt into an uncomfortable silence. Everyone waited. Then Shola's phone vibrated. She checked her phone and then grinned. She catwalk to the table where her bag was, brought out the wallet and handed it over to him,
"Pleasure doing business with ya." She smiled fetish, running her tongue across her lower lip, and then compressing it between her teeth, "Goodbye Mr. Vicenze." Then she turned to a stunned Mr. Onuka, "Jude." Before exiting the scene. She felt so proud of herself. Since she moved to this big city, all she's had to do was smile and bow to people in the name of customer's service. For the first time in a long time, she felt relieved to be herself again; that girl who didn't take shit from nobody, not even her own family.
Solano watch her exiting form with new views. He was intrigued by this girl. Even though to him, her money was pennies for fountain wishes, she still fought for it. He needed someone like that to work with him in Nigeria. So he followed her.
"Little lady," he called, she turned almost immediately,
"Oh come on! If you still think I took your wallet on purpose, then just go inside and check if anything is missing. I didn't give it back yesterday because I was angry and seeing how much you had in it, I knew if I had left it here, you probably would have never gotten it back. People can be very desperate around here."
"You talk too much you know that?"
"So I've been told countless times,"
"So tell me, why you didn’t just take the wallet. I mean everything inside is worth a hundred times more than your," the amount left a bitter taste in his mouth, "balance."
"I know. But my parents raised me right. It wasn't mine. I could never keep it."
Solano became more intrigued.
"Correct me if I'm wrong, but I understand you're in search for a job right now, right?"
"Thanks to you," Shola whispered, "now that I think about it, why am I talking to you. You got me fired!"
Solano sighed heavily. They'd walked to the parking lot of the hotel. He took out the calling card from his wallet and handed it to her,
"Call me tomorrow. I might have a job for you." He jumped into a black Range Rover Vogue, "and try not to be so sassy when you start working for me."
"What? Wait are you giving me a job?" He said nothing, he rolled up his glass, reared his engine and drove off.
(Flashback )"Daddy!""Yes princess,""I want you to have this," a blonde little girl hands a gold necklace to a younger Solano."¿No ex este it collar favorite in amor? ¿Por qué me lo das? Ni siquiera sabres dónde ponerlo,"(Isn't this your favorite necklace my love? Why are you giving it to me? I wouldn't even know where to put it,)"Lo pones en tu cuello papi, o si es demasiado pequeño, tu muñeca," she chuckled,(You put it on your neck daddy, or if it's too small, your wrist,)"But it's so girly and daddy is a macho man," he takes the necklace from her little hands, "where am I going to put it?""Just put it in your wallet daddy. Te traerá buena suerte cuando ha no este aquí,"( It'll bring you luck when I'm no longer here,)"Now why would say that? You're my good luck charm and nothing in the world could change that. Nothing could ever separate yo
Solano's eyes kept running from his watch to the door. Whatever the contractor was pitching to him was of no importance whatsoever. It was almost the agreed time but she still wasn't there yet.Damn you little girl!"Mr. Vicenze? Sir!""Just do what you have to do Mr. Coker. All I need to see is result." Solano replied with an expression of boredom, "the Lauretta Vicenze Paradise has to be the best. Every investment I make under that name must be nothing less than number one. That should be enough of a pep talk because if you deliver anything less, you might never get another contract in your life! Understand?""Yes sir. That's why we are the best of the best, you'll surely be impressed." The contractor stood up, "it's my pleasure doing business with you sir," he stretch fort a hand, but it was ignored once Solano set his eyes on a figure 8 in a black dress."The pleasure will be mine when my work is done to perfection." He left from where th
What ever did her relationship statues ever have to do with her job? or the job Solano was going to offer her. Shola almost choked on air when he asked."You have to answer little girl. Silence isn't going to make me forget or skip the question.""yeah! Usually, silence means 'Thank U Next' but OK. If I most answer, I'm single." It was like a wave of good wine had just washed down the heaviness Solano carried in his heart: thinking of the possibilities that she could have already been taken drove him nuts; mentally that is. He rolled up his sleeves and jotted on the paper in front of him. "Will that be all sir?"Sir? sir! oh he loved how that sounded. He was going to make the most of every single time he had left in Nigeria; he didn't have much anymore. He had just gotten a call from his business overseer in Milan and his very first business accomplishment was falling down. It's not like the fall of one supermarket in his chain of supermarkets in his chain of bu
Sometimes Shola will think to herself that she was just very unlucky. First it was the very unfortunate incident with the white guy as she now regarded him. His name left an unwanted taste in her mouth even though the man himself was a grade-A beefcake. Then came the evacuation notice. What the hell was she going to do now? If she was by herself it would have been better. But there was no way she was going to fend for herself and abandon Wumi. The latter was no help to Shola with inconsistent dramatic wailing."Adewumi Akindele! Guy stop na! This your drama is not helping oh,""I should stop when we have less than 24hours to find a new roof for our heads," Wumi replied sobbing heavily, "This house that that useless Chidi left me before flying abroad, promising to come back for me. Everything is finish," she burst again into much more dramatic wailing and crying. With every single sound she made, Shola got angrier and more frustrated. Not wanting to hurt her cousin to s
"Hello little lady," she gently pushed passed him, leaving him half drunk off her scent that lingered behind. Shola strolled majestically into the enormous compound straight to the apartment, and to the dinning area where she picked up the papers and started going through them; one by one.Few seconds later, Solano realised he was still holding the gates open. The lingering scent of her perfume was already driving him wild. Practically drugged on it, he closed the gates and followed like a junky following the scent of weed. He found her at his dinning table, giving him a tempting view of her. His pants got tighter as his cock grew harder."I don't see a check here Solano," her soft seductive tone sounded in the room. Too lost at the sight to even understand what she was saying, Solano just continued staring with sexual intensity in his eyes at the miracle in front of him."Vincenze!" Shola waved her hand in mid air,"What are you saying?" He asked b
He'd just made a few calls here and there and boom! She had a tourism visa and ticket! She was travelling to Milan with her new sugardaddy. Even though it wasn't in a private jet, first class was way better than she'd expected.She'd never been a sugar baby before so Shola had no idea on what to do. She just laid in their private lounge, a glass of Champaign in her trembling hands. She'd watch movies where people had sex on board to calm their nerves; especially during first time flights; like Beyond the Lights. She wondered if Solano would want to make love to her. But how would he if he hadn't taken his nose off his pile papers since they got on the plain. It was like she wasn't even around him. And she taught she was about to get laid on a bed of roses.Shola just sipped in embarrassment her champagne,Great! Just great!It was her first time on a plane and she wasn't even that excited. Her excitement was pending elsewhere. And he wasn't even paying at
After their little first class flight adventure, Solano had become sexually distant from Shola. It worried her.He made her get a whole new wardrobe every time the moved to a new place; they'd visit at least one specialist (Gynaechologist) every time they'd change countries. She now had to take all this pills she had no idea what they were for though he'd assured her they were just birth control pills. Birth control? For what? He wasn't even touching her! It had been three months already since Solano had taken her away from Nigeria, but after sex on a plane, nada! Nothing else happened.A few times he'll kiss her till the air was filled with sexual tension then break it all off, kiss her on the forehead telling her to get some rest because he had work.Had Solano gotten tired of her already? Shola wondered. Even the twenty-five thousand dollars anklet she wore wasn't cheering her up.She was living the life.None of her cloths cos
"What do you mean by you haven't seen her yet. She was suppose to meet you.""Sorry sir but she hasn't. I've been waiting here for almost an hour but she, I haven't seen any signs of the lady Mr Vicenze."Solano wiped his forehead. He couldn't quite believe it. Where could she be? He decided to call some of his associates to know if anyone had seen her but no one had. They'd all already left the venue and no one had noticed her. He tried her phone again but it wasn't going through."Where the hell are you Omasola?"Solano soon joined his chauffeur who had followed his orders and met up with him. Together they drove around the city looking for her."...You let me know when or if she gets there," he finished talking to the concierge of the hotel they were lodged in. "Simon, can I borrow your phone?" Simon, the chauffeur gave him the phone. He tried using it to call and like magic, it rang."Heyy! Sup?" Her drunken voice vibrated through the ph