On Saturday morning, Mr Paul came to my house to pick me up. We went to see the house on the island. It took us two good hours to get there; the traffic was too much. He parked in front of a mighty building.

“Here we are!” he said, as we both alighted from the car.

“A mansion!? Why did he rent a mansion? Is he bringing the whole of America here?”

Mr Paul stood there staring at me.

“Why did he choose to rent such a big place like this all to himself?” I asked.

“He didn’t tell you?”

“Tell me what?” I asked.

“He’s buying it, not renting it.”

“Maybe I missed that part when we were discussing about the house,” I said. “Moreover, he’s not getting any younger. I know he’ll be planning to settle down soon.”

“Hmm... okay.”

“And also, his family members might decide to come down to Nigeria to pay him a visit anytime they feel like doing so,” Mr Paul added.

“That’s true!”

We met with the agent who was already waiting for us there. We exchanged greetings and he opened the gate and show us around. We checked out the house together and I was pleased with what my eyes saw.

“Wow! This is beautiful,” I said in amazement.

“You like it?”

“Yes! I love it! You said you need my approval, right? Who will disapprove this kind of house? It’s so beautiful!” I commended.

It was a big beautiful structured building with a nice garden. The compound is very spacious; it has a garage. The interior has nine bedrooms, an office, a library, a hall, dining room, kitchen, swimming pool, a full size inner tennis court and a wine cellar. All were divided by different floors.

“Mr Paul, I love this place. I’m very sure Daniel will like it too.”

“So can I make the payment now?” he asked.

“Sure!” I replied.

The agent told us to come to his office to finalise the deal. He told us we will need a lawyer. Mr Paul called his lawyer, gave him the office address and told him to meet us there.

Twenty minutes later, we were at the office. We waited for some few minutes before the lawyer showed up.

They signed some documents and made all the necessary transactions. I also signed too, as a witness.

The keys to the house and all the relevant documents, including the c/o, was handed over to Mr Paul. From there, we went to the interior decorator’s office. She insisted on seeing the mansion first, so we had to drive back to the house. When we got there, she looked around, and then we all put heads together to choose what will suit best, although Mr Paul and the lady ensured I had the final say.

I asked if she could fix everything within a week and she said that wasn’t a problem; she has enough helping hands to put things in place, she said.

She informed us that she will be done in five working days. Mr Paul gave her the spare keys and promised to come around during the week to check things out. By the time we were through, it was already 6pm. I was exhausted.

We went to a nearby restaurant and took some snacks and drink. While eating, Mr Paul told me we have to pick another day to check out Daniel's company, since it’s already late. I told him we can do that next week Saturday after inspecting the interior decorations.

Mr Paul offered to take me home but I told him not to bother. I told him I’ll pick a cab that will take me straight home. It was getting late and I know how heavy traffic might be. I don’t want to add to his stress.

He disagreed at first, but he later agreed after pleading with him. He called in a cab and paid the fare. I thanked him so much before leaving.

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