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Before Zainab knew what was happening, the weekend flew by in a blur. Nothing interesting happened, except her receiving the news that her best friend would be returning from his tour soon. Godwin Alade, the famous musician, whose stage name was Godala, was her childhood best friend and he'd recently went on a tour to Asia, which had lasted for almost six weeks. During this period, they seldom spoke on phone so she had missed him a great deal.

And now he would be returning home.

This news managed to lift her mood a lot.

"Are you serious? I thought you'd be away for two more weeks or so!" She shrieked, twirling her cornrows on her hair and giggling. It was a Monday night. She would be meeting with Tomiwa Olukoya the next day and to say the least, Zainab wasn't at all pleased with that fact. Still, she was thankful that she had the time to prepare enough for the interview, because they should've actually met on that Monday but Lara received a call from his secretary that the interview had been scheduled to the following day.

Feeling elated that her intern would eventually go through with the interview after all, Lara had even gone ahead to excitedly tell Zainab to take the rest of the day off after the interview and not bother returning to the office on Tuesday.

Zainab had been in a jitter of nerves all day!

"Of course. Are you not excited to know this? Do you want me to spend some more time on my tour?" Godwin asked cheekily on the other end, knowing Zainab would never accept his so called assumptions.

"No. Come home right away. I can't wait to tell you all about my internship and the recent happenings in my life since you went on your tour. We have lots to talk about."

"Definitely, we'll discuss all those. I'll take you to an interesting place when I'm back so we can have the weekend to ourselves. The-" Zainab could hear someone asking Godala something in the background and a frown morphed onto her face. She knew he had to go now. "I'll have to cut our chat short, Zay. Take a good care of yourself and stay safe, okay? I Love you."

Zainab grumbled in her heart but she shook her head. She would see him soon anyway.

"Fine. I love you too. Stay safe over there. Don't let any lady steal your heart over there!" She couldn't help but warn and a hearty laughter floated through the phone. This brought a smile to her lips.

"Never. It's yours. Okay, bye."

"See you soon." She ended the call. Heaving a deep sigh, Zainab dropped the phone on the couch and dug her hand into her hair, doing a mental note that she would stop by at the salon to make her hair before heading over to Victoria Island, close to where the company was. The interview would start at exactly two o'clock and take nothing more than an hour or an hour and thirty minutes. Then she would stop by to see a friend and spend the night there, before resuming work on Wednesday.

Zainab prayed the interview would go well, even though a part of her was scared of the outcome. Then she applied some facial scrub to her face, washed it off and went to sleep.

The next day, Zainab woke up very early and packed up her things. Then she packed up her overnight bag with her work clothes for the next day, dumping them into the boot of her two years old Toyota Camry.

After making sure she had taken everything needed, she drove out onto the express road. Two hours later, she arrived at the salon and exchanged pleasantries with her hair stylist. The stylist already knew what hairstyle she wanted to make since Zainab had chatted her up the previous night. They'd known each other for a few years, since Zainab was in the University.

While styling her hair, they chatted a bit and Kachi, the hair stylist wished Zainab good luck when the intern hinted that she was going for an interview.

Few minutes later, Zainab found herself driving into the company's carpark and speaking to the front desk receptionist, who told her to wait for a bit and made some calls. At exactly one fifty five, Zainab was asked to go up.

"Twentieth floor, the third office. There are only three offices on the whole floor. You'll find bodyguards standing at the entrance." The oblong shaped face receptionist told Zainab.

"Okay. Thank you."

Zainab went straight to the elevator and found herself on the twentieth floor within minutes. She looked around in fascination after stepping in, her eyes glinting in awe. The floor was painted in black and white, with the brightly illuminated ceiling also painted in white and black spiral designs artistically enhancing the space. She walked towards the door and stopped right in front of two men in black, whose presence couldn't be ignored.

"Hello. I'm here to see Mr Olukoya. I have an interview."

"This way miss." The bodyguard on the left, a fairly large man with two crooked brows and a thunderbolt shaped mark on the center of his left eyebrow spoke and opened the door, gesturing for her to go in.

Zainab had no idea she was that stiff until she thanked the bodyguard with a smile that seemed to make her face ache. Then she found her way into the office with slightly shaky legs, nervous beyond herself.

She'd always been a quiet person, but she could be quite chatty and even sometimes bold if she was in the company of her friends, which she was more comfortable around. Even as she stopped and shut the door, Zainab wondered what led her into the entertainment industry and into the office of, dare she say, one of the most strikingly gorgeous men she'd ever laid eyes on. Sure she had done her research on this man and already saw his pictures with family and friends but she never really looked at 'him'.

"Please come in." Zainab heard the deep baritone behind her and her eyes widened.

She turned around and her eyes instantly found the man in the chair behind a mahogany desk. Even though her heart skipped a beat once before it started pounding harshly against her ribcage, Zainab still tilted her chin forward and walked towards the table, stretching her hand out to the man in navy blue suit. He looked quite tall even in his seat, his long, lean fingers reaching out to shake her small, soft ones. He had thick, curvy brows and a pointed nose, complementing his oblong face. His jaw blades were sharp and well defined and his lips stretched into a teeny smile as he shook the young lady who was going to interview him.

"Hello. My name is Zainab Muhammed and I am a-"

"I know who you are, Ms Zainab. Please have a seat." Tomiwa said. He couldn't help himself from checking the lady out. She had a large bust, and the businessman knew it would be hard keeping his eyes off the round globes. When last had he seen a plus size lady with such innocence and lack of haughtiness radiating off her? Oh yes, that would be when he was still a junior in highschool.

The women he'd met in over ten years were haughty, proud, money grabbing and willing to do anything to have themselves wrapped in his hold. Tomiwa knew it was too soon to classify this young graduate different from the others but he just couldn't help it. There was something different about her.

"So, our interview should start in exactly one minute. Before that, would you like to have something to drink? Or some snacks?" The businessman asked.

"That wouldn't be necessary Mr-"

"What if I insist?" He relaxed into his chair but Zainab shook her head, clasping tightly onto her leather bag which sat firmly on her thighs. She couldn't wait to get the interview over and done with. There was something about this man that made her want to run for the hills. He had this vibe and air emanating off him, that made him look so large despite the fact that he wasn't a big man. More of lean and tall, with some torso build. It was like the whole large office became smaller because of his intimidating presence. Maybe it was his authority in the company. Yes, he was the boss. And according to what she read online, he was still twenty eight years old. How had he managed to bring the company to this height at such a young age? It wasn't this big when it was handed to him by his father years ago. And this wasn't the only company he was handling. Was it that easy to own a company?

Snapping out of her thoughts, Zainab realized she'd been staring at him like a weirdo and she blinked. Her dark lower lip reached up as she tugged on it with her teeth, her face parting to give the man a small smile.

"I just took a drink while driving up here, so there really is no need for that but thank you so much for the hospitality."

Tommy, as his best friend loved calling him, shrugged. "Okay then. If you insist."

Zainab brought out the folder containing the interview questions and also a recorder. "I hope you don't mind, recording would be better than writing. For an easy flow of the interview." Zainab smilingly stated and Tommy found himself nodding in fascination as his eyes swiftly stole a glance at her rich bosom before looking back up at her face. He noted one thing: her smiles were genuine and not the kind of smiles people grew to use during business transactions. If anything, that made him more intrigued. Just who was this lady?

"I don't mind. How long have you been working at SPOT ON?" He initiated the conversation before she could click on the recorder and Zainab halted, dropping the hand to her bag once again and giving him her full attention.

"Two months and three weeks. I'm currently interning there." She stated innocently.

"An intern was sent to interview me?" Tomiwa asked with a chuckle, wondering what was going on in the head of their superiors. Weren't they afraid that she could mess things up due to the inexperience?

Zainab, knowing she might've offended the man, quickly tried to mend things. "Oh no. It's because I am good at this and the company placed their trust in me. I've done several interviews while studying as well, so I'm quite experienced. They know I won't drag the company's name in the mud." Like I'm probably doing right now even though I've not been in this office for more than five minutes, Zainab thought, panicking inwardly.

Tomiwa chuckled darkly, his midnight dark eyes boring deep into the lady's heart shaped face. She was...cute while lying. Simply because she couldn't tell a lie. He'd noticed her eyes consecutively darting at the glass wall behind him instead of looking directly at him after he called her company out of their obvious mistake. That made him shake his head as he observed her, still intrigued. This was like a breath of fresh air in his life that had been in a monotonous pattern for several years. He was used to meeting ladies putting on an appearance for him but this intern was bare of any pretense whatsoever. And she looked like she wanted to be anywhere but there in that minute. She was scared of him. That made him chuckle lightly as he watched her avoid his penetrating gaze.

"It's alright. I was just curious." Tommy simply answered.

Zainab felt relief wash through her, seeping into every fibre of her being and washing away the rigidity and anxiousness.

"Okay. Then let's begin."