Love Me Unconditionally by OLA AWONUBI

Author:OLA AWONUBI [Ola Awonubi]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781911115557
Publisher: CASSAVA REPUBLIC PRESS
Published: 2017-01-15T00:00:00+00:00

Ten

Deola pulled up to the security area and introduced herself. Her papers were checked, and after one last glare at her irritated face, the two young uniformed men waved her through. As she drove into the street she couldn’t help feeling slightly intimidated by the stately, imposing mansions, spacious gardens and expensive cars parked out in the driveways. Even the air was quieter here. The roads were deserted except for a couple of traders on the side of the road. They were selling grilled plantain and it reminded her to make sure she stopped to pick some up on the way home.

Number 24 Abubakar Ali Avenue was a five-storey cream and brown castle, with marble arches and large French windows that reminded Deola of the kind of houses she had seen during her holidays in the Mediterranean. She was asked a few questions at the gate and then waved through by a man on the phone. Then she was directed by another member of staff to park at the back of the house, and a smartly-dressed young lady came out.

After introducing herself as Amber Gogo’s executive PA, the woman gave Deola a brisk smile and handshake and took her into the reception area. Deola sat on the sofa and looked at her surroundings – a white carpet, black and white soft sofas and marble and glass furnishings. Yikes, a white carpet! There was also a double staircase that looked as if it was ascending to Heaven.

She was left to flick through the glossy magazines and sip a rather warm soft drink whilst waiting for her new client.

She waited and waited. Two hours stretched into three, and no one had come to see her. The big house was so quiet. Deola alternated between looking through her iPad and reading magazines as she tried to quell her irritation. OK, so Ms Gogo was an important woman, but couldn’t she send one of her minions to at least tell Deola why she was more than three hours late for a consultation she had set up herself?

Time was money. She knew they went on about how unprofessional people could be sometimes in Nigeria, but that wasn’t always the case. When she looked at her watch and realised that it was nearing 5pm, she stood up and started packing her stuff. She’d had enough. She didn’t care how important this client was. Nobody stood her up like this, without even giving her the decency of a phone call! She dialled Femi’s number and it went to voicemail, so she informed him that she had to leave because she had an appointment with another client in less than thirty minutes in another part of Lagos. She got her stuff together, quietly let herself out and walked briskly towards her car, searching for her sunglasses and keys in her bag.

She was in the car park, surrounded by the latest models of a Hummer, a Rolls Royce and Mercedes Benz, when she heard someone call her name.

“Miss Banjoko?” She sounded breathless, as if she had been running.

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