I got home around 8:30pm. I was so tired. I called Mr Paul to let him know I’d arrived safely. I seized the opportunity to thank him for everything; he’s such a selfless man. He even apologised for taking all of my time, but I told him I was glad to be of help.
I took my bath and went to the kitchen to grab my dinner.
I was almost through with dinner when Daniel’s call came through.
I answered the call and he thanked me for everything. He said he was sorry for stealing away my weekend. I guessed Mr Paul might have called him earlier and related the events of the day to him.
He sounded very grateful for the help I rendered, but I told him to thank Mr Paul instead.
During the week, I make it a point of duty to call Mr Paul to ask how far the interior decoration had gone. On Friday, he called and informed me that everything had been fixed. I was glad the interior lady fulfilled her promise.
I was in school teaching, when I heard my phone ring. I checked the caller ID, it was Daniel. I excused myself and went outside the classroom to receive the call.
“Hello, how are you doing?”
“I’m good. I’m at work.”
“I’m sorry, I’ll call back when you are busy.”
“I can still spare some minutes,” I said.
“I have good news. I want you to be the first person to this,” he said with enthusiasm.
“I’m all ears... what’s the good news?”
“I got two contracts from two universities in Nigeria. My company will be handling their IT department. One of the universities is private.”
“Wow! Congratulations! I’m so happy to hear this news. Work is actually waiting for you in Nigeria!”
“Yes! Thanks. Let me run now, I'll get back at you later.”
I was really happy for him. Nigerians trust people who have lived some part of their lives abroad; they believe these folks have enough experience to deliver quality outputs. I’m pretty much sure that was the same criteria they considered before awarding him the contract.
On Saturday, I went to the mansion to check out the place. I met Mr Paul there too. Everything was sweet and perfect. Afterwards, he drove me to Daniel's company.
It had few offices but many cubicles. Each cubicle has it’s own system. The place was nice too. He showed me Daniel’s office. It was a glass office, very spacious and well furnished. I commended his effort, although he said Daniel designed everything himself.
He offered to take me home and I obliged. We discussed a lot on our way to my house. His phone rang and he received the call via a Bluetooth device. He told the person on the other end of the line that he’ll be back in two hours time. I heard him say ‘I love you’ before he ended the call.
“Your girlfriend? I asked inquisitively.
“Fiancée,” he corrected.
“She’s a lucky girl,” I said smiling.
“Yes, she’s lucky to have someone like you. I envy her you know.”
“Hmm... If you say so, but I think the man who gets married to you will be the luckiest guy ever.”
“You think so?”
“I know so. I already told her a lot about you and Daniel. Don’t worry, you will meet her soon, maybe when Daniel returns.”
“I can’t wait to meet her.”
“Her name is Elizabeth, but she’s fondly called Lizzy. I call her Lizzy too. We have a dinner date tonight,” he informed me.
He dropped me off in front of my house.
“Thanks for the ride.”
“You are welcome.”
“Greet your fiancée for me, and enjoy your dinner date”
“Sure I will. Thanks,” he said and left.
Mr Paul and I went to the airport to welcome Daniel. We all hugged each other on his arrival; it felt like one big family. Daniel later gave us individual hugs.
“I told you I’ll be back,” he whispered softly into my ears as he hugged me.
“And I’m going to give you a tough time here,” I whispered back and smiled.
“Bring it on,” he said and we both laughed.
Mr Paul pretended as if he wasn’t looking at us. Before we left the airport, he changed the Dollars on him to Naira.
Mr Paul drove us to the mansion. The guys sat in front of the car while I relaxed myself at the back. Upon reaching the house, the gateman he had hired opened the gate for us.
The car came to a halt at the parking lot and we all alighted. Daniel was impressed, although he had seen the picture of the house days before payment was made. We entered the mansion and he opened his mouth wide. I was so scared. I couldn’t trace the expression on his face, “Did he like what he had seen so far or not?”
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Oo my god! I really love this novel i feel like hugging danielle
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i love this story.I need more interesting story for this writer.
Interesting. I love the introduction
Next episode please...
This is the first story I read on this side and I thoroughly enjoyed it. I really loved the happy ending
Best story ever!
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