I called Sam...I had to give her the latest headlines about Mr Not and the crazy weekend trip.

'It's a lie...how come?' she questioned with shock in her voice. I narrated everything to her; picturing her eating popcorn and listening with rapt attention.

'I don't know what he's trying to do but I'm crushing more on this guy.' I told her.

'Just enjoy yourself and act normal. Be his personal assistant and leave it at that,' she added. I nodded and ended the call. I could hear him call my name, so I adjusted my gown and walked out of the rest room.

'So where to?' he asked. I thought and smiled; there was no place like home...a sight I longed to see again after two years that I left home for my first job.

'Akwa-Ibom,' I said and smiled like a little child who was given cotton ball candy, 'that's where I'm from and it's an amazing place for any kind of holiday...noisy, quiet or both,' I described like an advert and he just watched, giggling.

We took another flight from Lagos to Ibom airport located at Okobo which served Uyo the state capital and Oron, a local government in the state. I stepped out of the plane and took in a deep breath...home sweet home I muttered to myself. Everything had changed...the roads were constructed and drain canals were open to avoid flood...the street lights were on and the feeling of green was in the air.

I googled the direction to the Le Meridian hotel and I showed it to my boss. He agreed and we left immediately. As the Uber driver drove, I looked through the closed window and I was proud of the governance of the state...moreso the Governor Udom Emmanuel. We got to the hotel at about 11:13pm, booked two rooms and offloaded our bags. I picked a room next to my boss's which he wasn't happy about but I didn't care...it was better that way.

I called my mom first and told her I was in Nigeria...she sang our dialect songs over the phone and I smiled...I told her I would visit before leaving and she didn't hesitate to ask what time so she'd prepare everything I loved. I ended the call and called Eric...he didn't pick and I got upset typical of him I muttered to myself and laid down to rest.

I hadn't closed my eyes long when my boss called my room phone.

'Come over,' he said and hung up. Do I look like your toy? I said loud enough for the furnitures to hear... personal assistant not personal toy.

I got to his room and soon enough, we talked for long and I got so relaxed...we talked about relationships, family and random history...it was all good until he drew close to my face, looked into my eyes and I whimpered Becky don't do it please