Lisha smiled as she swerved into the driveway as her mind went back to how Nikki had woken her earlier in the morning. That girl never listens to her, after warning her several times to stop waking her with a bowl of water on her birthday, she still went through with it, the funniest thing, Gran and Miracle even joined her today.

The smile on her face faltered when she heard the bang on her car, looking into the mirror, she noticed a blue Sports car had hit her car. Hastily, Lisha got down from her car and walked over to the Sports car.

She banged furiously on the windscreen before the driver rolled down his side in surprise.

"Hey," Jimi called out still wondering if the lady was crazy.

Lisha walked to his side and recognition dawned on Jimi; the crazy lady was Lisha; the girl Mark had showed him yesterday.

"Are you…," Lisha started but that was the last Jimi  heard as he kept on gaping at the perfect beauty in front of him,  she had a fair and glossy skin that shone brightly in the early morning sunlight, slender eyebrows that looked down sweeping eyelashes and dainty eyes which sparkled, button nose set over puffy heart shaped lips, her hair was ebony black and it flowed over her shoulder which left him wondering how her hair could be that long, while she talked, her shiny white teeth that complimented her bright face shone, she looked  so much like a teenager, but he knew she would probably be in her mid twenties.

A smack on his head brought him out of his reverie. Wait, did this lady just smack him?

"Did you pierce your eardrum? If you know you can't drive, return the car to the person that borrowed you na, I'm sure the owner would have been expecting it or did you bring it to him?" Lisha said on top of her voice.

Jimi squeezed his face as he got down from his car, and she moved back, that gave him a clearer view of her, she was imp- thin. She...wait, did she just say he borrowed the car?

"Excuse me, miss, I…," she snapped her fingers across his face and cut him short.

"Excuse yourself, you scratched my car and you're here trying to justify yourself, infact give me the number of the owner," she dashed him a scowl and Jimi shook his head in disbelief.

He looked down at himself and wondered if he looked like a driver or someone who could borrow a car.

"I knew it from the start, you're deaf right?" She moved closer to his ear and screamed.

Jimi covered his left ear with his hand and stepped back a bit while looking at her in surprise. How could someone be this slender and yet feisty. She must have spent her time fighting around maybe that was why she looked twine- thin.

"You can hear me, so, now will you give me the number of the owner or you'll pay for the scratch?" She demanded while placing her hand on her waist and shaking her body like someone prepared to fight.

"Um...you called it a scrath yourself, so…" she stopped him with her raised palm, and he bit off the rest of his words.

"If you don't want me to turn that your handsome, what am I even saying? That your ugly face, if you don't want me to turn it into a mop, answer me now!" She shouted and Jimi flinched while the passerby glanced at them.

"Um…let me send you some money," he stuttered. Why does he have to stutter in front of this lady? He never stuttered in front of a lady, most especially a small lady, he was always at the upper hand but it seems this current one was crazy.

"Do I look like I need your money?" She glared daggers at him, and he sucked in his breath.

"What do you want then?" He asked almost frustrated.

"Just say you're sorry and yeah, today is my birthday, so, sing me a birthday song."

Jimi arched his eyebrows as his eyes narrowed. Surely, she needs the attention of a psychiatrist, just because she wanted him to say sorry and sing her a birthday song, she had to create a fuss. What on earth is she?

"Um…I'm sorry," he slapped his head in frustration. Why does he keep stuttering?

"Apology pending, now, sing!"

"Why do I have to do that?"

She scoffed before clapping her hand.

"Are you asking me that?" She moved closer to him with a fisted hand and gritted teeth, he had to move back, so she won't punch him.

"Okay," he cleared his throat before singing, "Happy birthday to you, happy…" she gesticulated with her palm, and he kept shut.

"Your voice is horrible, so, piss off!" She pushed him out of her way and walked back to her car with her bubble skirt moving from left to right while Jimi gaped at her in amazement.

Lisha picked her clutch bag from the car and slammed the door shut before looking up at him, "Such a terrible person," she spat and sashayed into MAPLE with Jimi's eyes trailing behind her.

She was such a slim lady that anyone who sees her might think she was very young and could probably be trampled on, but she was a chippy lady, he sighed before locking his car.

"Felicia! " Mark called in ecstasy as she stepped into the elevator. A smile crept up Lisha's lips upon sighting Mark. He was the only person that do call her full name after her father.

"Hey Mark," she greeted as she stayed by his side.

"Happy birthday to the craziest friend I've ever had," Mark opened his arms widely and Lisha smiled before punching his stomach.

"Ha," he held on to his stomach, Gosh, that tiny hands of hers was just like a boxer, main reason, he never liked annoying her 'cause she might just beat him to stupor, and he wouldn't want to try such.

"Did it hurt?" She mocked and Mark eyed her before standing straight.

"What of Nicole?" Well, he always called Nikki her full name too.

"She's good." Just then Jimi walked into the elevator before he pressed the control panel and it slid shut.

Mark wanted to reply but the appearance of Jimi stopped him.

"Hey, Jimi," Mark greeted and Jimi smiled at him before staying by his left.

"Hi," he replied while glancing at Lisha who only glowered at him.

"Ehn, Jimi, this is Felicia, the one I told you about yesterday," he introduced while holding her hand. Lisha turned to Mark with a questioning look.

"What did you tell him about me?" She griped and Mark smiled.

"Nice things about you, he's Folajimi, Folakemi's twin brother, he's my best friend and the CEO of MAPLE," Mark told her and she nodded before boring holes into Jimi who stared at her.

"So, he's the new CEO, but why does he look like an urchin, I took him for a driver earlier," she said while giving him a disgusting look as Jimi looked down at himself again. He was in a blue tuxedo, so, why on Earth would she liken him to an urchin? Is it that this lady has gone nuts or what? Anyone that sees him would surely know he was well-off and to top it all handsome but this lady doesn't find him attractive at all.

Mark erupted into laughter before talking, "You're so funny Lisha, how can you think of Jimi as a driver, anyway, don't forget to come over in the evening"

Lisha raised her eyebrow, "Why?"

"It's your birthday remember and my parents want you to come over for dinner." This was the first time Mark's parents would invite her over for dinner, this month seems like a new and nice beginning for her.

Lisha slapped her hand on her forehead, "Okay then"

The elevator stopped abruptly and Lisha pecked Mark while scowling at Jimi before she got out. When the elevator door slid shut, Jimi sighed before turning to Mark.

"Dude, that girl is the definition of crazy" he said on top of his voice.

Mark turned to him with a smirk, "I agree but don't allow her to hear, she can beat you to pulp"

Jimi wrinkled his nose before talking, "With that small body of hers?"

"Yup, she's a boxer if you care to know, the number of people she's beaten to stupor is uncountable"

Jimi's brows snapped together as he shook his head before sighing, "She's a piece of work, you need to see the way she insulted me earlier just because I scratched her car"

Mark threw his head back as he laughed loudly, "That isn't new"

"But why is she like that?"

"I'm not really sure but I think she craves attention but anyway, you'll know about that when you get closer to her"

"Closer to who?"

"Lisha of course, you're still coming for the dinner right?"

Jimi went silent for some seconds before replying, "I guess, she's a beauty you know, even though she's as thin as a broomstick."

Mark chuckled.

"Pray she doesn't hear you calling her a broomstick or else you'll get it from her," he warned and Jimi smiled.

As soon as Lisha walked into her office, she was welcomed with glitters all over her and a big cake.

A smile graced her lips as she looked at her design teams, she didn't believe they could remember her birthday, of all persons, they were here to felicitate with her.

"Blow out the candles," they all chorused in unison and Lisha walked to them slowly with a huge grin on her face, she couldn't come to believe they liked her.

She blew out the candles and a round of applause resounded through her office, just then Mopelola sauntered into the office with supercilious air.

"Well, I designed the clothes you're wearing," she eyed Lisha who was dressed in a  white bubble skirt and blue top that made her look like an eighteen-year-old.

"You know I just decided to wear the clothes so it won't be as if people don't appreciate you work, now can you get your filthy being out of my office?"Lisha said with a sardonic smile.

Mopelola eyed her before walking out of Lisha's office and the members of Lisha's design team erupted into laughter immediately she was out of sight. Everyone knew Mopelola was green with envy, she didn't like Lisha at all.

Being highly piqued, she bumped into Folakemi immediately she got out of Lisha's office.

"I'm sorry ma," Mopelola apologized instantly as her eyes made four with Folakemi.

"It's okay, is Lisha in?"

Mopelola huffed at the mention of that name, she despised every single thing about that small creature, she cleared her throat and feigned an air of unconcern.

"She is," she walked away with pride before Folakemi could even think of replying her.

Folakemi opened the door gently and walked into the office, there she noticed Lisha eating cake with her design team.

"Morning ma," they all greeted immediately they noticed her presence.

She smiled at them before turning to Lisha, "Happy birthday"

Lisha blinked her eyes as Folakemi's words sank into her. She also rembered her birthday? This was really new to her, she'd been working in MAPLE for the past three years and this was the first time they rembered her birthday. Apparently, this month was good to her, never in her life had she felt this loved. She was always the invincible one.

"Thanks a lot," responded Lisha when she finally found her voice.

"What of Nikki?"

Lisha bit into the cake in her hand before answering, "I don't think she's coming today, it's Miracle's mid- term so they went to an amusement park"

Folakemi's mouth formed an 'O' shape before replying, "Okay then, see you around."

She walked out of the office and proceeded to call Nikki.

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Lisha and Nikki ambled into the Adesoye's house looking breathtaking in their green high collar gown that had been specially designed by Lisha for her birthday.

Lisha felt insecure while walking beside Nikki, she'd always felt this way beside her considering the fact that Nikki was the most loved, she was the beautiful one, the one with nice stature, the one that always caught everyone's attention while she was just the small girl, the least favorite one.

"Welcome dear," Mark's Mom grinned as she stood up and enveloped them in a wide hug before Mark's dad  pecked them both.

Mark appeared from nowhere with a company. Instantaneously, Lisha recognized the company as the driver she met earlier. Oh! Mark mentioned him to be Jimi, but she preferred calling him Gym.

Nikki noticed her sister was looking at a particular someone, and she trailed her gaze. Lo and behold! It was the handsome CEO, the one every one had been talking about, the one all ladies had been swooning over, the one they'd been trying to gain his attention, actually, he'd been a designer at MAPLE before he assumed his new position. She knew him to be Folakemi's twin brother and she'd met him several times, but he never noticed her.

"Hi smallie," Jimi greeted with a smile and Lisha rolled her eyes while Nikki wondered if they'd met.

"Hi gym," Lisha returned with a mocking smile.

Jimi puckered his brows, "Gym?"

Lisha went poker-faced and she shrugged, "You called me smallie and I called you gym, fifty fifty, no cheating"

Jimi opened his mouth to talk but Nikki's voice stopped him.

"Hi," she flashed a grin at Jimi who turned to her, he hadn't noticed her presence even though she was right behind Lisha and was even taller than her.

A confused expression appeared on Jimi's face, "You are…"

"Nikki," she replied with a coquettish smile still trying to get over his deep and sexy voice.

"Oh, a model right?"

Nikki's eyes brightened with excitement. Gosh, his voice alone was making her weak. How could someone be this handsome and with a nice voice. She kept on staring at the Greek god in front of her.

She didn't so much regain consciousness until Mark's Mom brought her out of her trance.

"The table is set," she announced and everyone traipsed over to the dining room.

Jollof rice and chicken was the dinner course, everyone drew out their chairs and sat down to devour the meal.

Lisha was seated opposite Jimi while Mark was opposite Nikki. After the prayers, they all proceeded to eat the food in silence.

Nikki's gaze didn't waver from Jimi while she chewed her food. Lisha picked up her fork and dug it into Jimi's chicken.

"What?" Jimi looked up at Lisha who smiled at him before picking his chicken as she placed it in her plate.

"You're welcome," she said to him before dropping the fork by her plate, and she picked up the chicken and crushed its bone.

"Smallie, are you okay?" Jimi questioned in surprise as he wondered if something got into her. How could she just pick up his chicken without his permission and throw it into her mouth?

"Please bring more chicken," Mark's Mom instructed as she waved at their cook. They knew Lisha was a crazy person so it was of no use asking her why she did that.

Jimi gawped at Lisha in wonderment as he shook his head in disbelief, this Lisha of a girl was just a crackpot. The only thing that could qualify her was eccentric, nothing more.

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