DIARIES (ENTRY #13)

HIRED NOT FIRED

The CEO of Octave Asset Management turned out to be TK. He still teases me about the look I had on my face when I walked into his office that evening. Lol

TK: Everything alright Miss…” he picked up my CV to check for my name and then he concluded “Adekoya”.

I was relieved he hadn’t recognized me…at least not yet.

Me: I’m fine thank you sir.

TK: Good to know. Toyin that would be all, thank you.” He said to his secretary. I watched her sway her hips as she walked past me back to her duty post. If I was his wife I would have insisted he fired her. Her skirt was too short, and the buttons on her shirt were almost popping out. I looked at his left hand… no wedding band. I wasn’t surprised men who seemed to have it all like him, always swear by the bachelor code.  My mind drifted to the sort of women he would like to date and that was when I heard him clear his throat

TK: “Are you done?” He asked

Me: (Huh? Done with what?) Sorry?

TK: Are you done sizing me up?

Me: No sir.

TK: Ok then let me know when you are done.

Me: I meant I wasn’t sizing you up.

TK: ” Please have a sit and relax. I don’t bite” As I sat across from him, I heard him add under his breath “except I’m asked to” I pretended not to have heard that part.

TK: so tell me about yourself.

I told him about my academic background and my work experience, He wanted to know about my family so I told him I was an orphan and I lived with my aunt and had a brother in America. He asked what I did for fun and I told him I liked to read and watch movies. He smiled and his dimples appeared. My heart did a cartwheel. Gosh he was so sexy!

TK:  So can you start on Monday?

It was a Thursday.

Me: Yes I can sir.

TK: Great! I’ll instruct HR to ensure you sign your letter and sort out all your documentation tomorrow.  If you have any issues with your remuneration, please feel free to renegotiate it.

Me: Thank you so much sir.

TK: You’re welcome. I see from your CV you live in Ogudu. That might be a challenge so you will have to move to one of the flats in the company guest house in Lekki as soon as possible.  My work hours are unpredictable and I don’t want any excuses of traffic or fear of driving at night …you do drive don’t you?

Me: No sir, I don’t.

TK: So how do you get around in this crazy town? Ok I will have an official car arranged for you. I must warn you I am probably the worst boss you would ever have. You will work long hours including some weekends and public holidays. Your life would revolve around me and the men in your life would have to deal with it. You will accompany me on high profile events and meetings so you would have to look your best at all times. You will get an advance alongside your employment letter tomorrow, so you can get suitable clothes. I do not tolerate sloppiness and laziness. You are in charge of my personal and business calendar if I so much as forget to floss my teeth it is your fault. The last girl that held this position did not take these warning seriously that’s why you have her job now, so you may want to tattoo them on your forehead so people can read them to you everywhere you go.

And now my number one rule; keep my business out of the tabloids if I find out you leaked any information to the public even if it is as little as what I had for lunch,  I will run you out of this town so fast Lagos would become a distant memory to you in a matter of seconds.

I gulped. This was too much to handle but the perks of the job and working so closely with him was a combination too good to resist.

I said thank you to him and proceeded to leave his office. As I turned the door knob he said

TK: One more thing, you look better in red.

Ouch! He remembered me from Banke’s party!