Chapter 7: Public Confession

I send person to check Halima Musa background:

Na my friend for HR give me lowdown. I even promise am suya for night.

Turns out, her last company too don crash, and she waka go with 500,000 naira compensation.

As e be, e no be first time. She dey change company like wrapper, dey collect small money, dey bounce. Sharp Lagos babe.

People inside talk say na because oga dey disturb her.

Na old gist—she dey cook story, drag boss, collect small money, disappear. This one wey she land my office, na my turn.

See me see wahala, so Halima Musa na serial offender.

I rub my head. Person wey sabi run street. I gats prepare.

She go spread gist, collect money, disappear—sharp babe.

I dey wonder if she dey plan use my company settle rent for next six months.

She wan confess so work go reduce? No wahala, I go play along—and even arrange bigger audience for her.

Make e no be say na only my word against her own. I go do am publicly—make witness full ground.

Next day, I reach office for afternoon purposely:

I come late, make everybody dey around when action go burst. Lagos traffic even help my plan.

Halima Musa time am well, block me for pantry as I wan make coffee:

She dey perch for fridge side, dey look mirror, arrange her hair. As I enter, she position herself well, ready for performance.

“MD Tunde, I... I like you.”

Her voice low, she dey pick finger, dey look ground. Na soft voice, but the thing loud for my ear.

She dey fidget, dey twist her earring. I just dey look am—e no surprise me again.

As I no answer, she push more: “MD Tunde, na you make me join this company. I don dey like you since, and I sabi difference between crush and real love. Abeg, give me chance.”

She nearly touch my hand. Her perfume strong, I gats hold breath. This na real Gen Z package.

I look am coldly. “Since you like me since, you suppose know say I get family. Wetin be this one today? You wan run package as home breaker?”

My face hard, voice cold. Make everybody hear say I no dey move anyhow. If she wan set trap, na today trap go backfire.

“No, I...”

She stammer, voice tremble. Na so her confidence begin melt.

Halima Musa look like say ground for swallow am.

She shift leg, hold kitchen sink. Small sweat dey her forehead. Her game no pure today.

I no gree give her chance talk. Next thing, I unlock my phone, conference call dey on:

I just press button, put call on loudspeaker. My publicity team dey online, dey record.

Almost the whole publicity department dey hear.

Even PA dey type minutes. My plan dey work.

“Sorry to cut una report, but make everybody learn from this: company no dey ban office romance, but abeg, no dey target oga.”

I loud am well. Make e dey official record—my hand clean.

I no miss the shock for Halima Musa face:

She freeze. Mouth open, eye big. She try close app for her phone, but e too late.

She just freeze.

I watch her. No more boldness, no more social media grammar. E shock her.

This time, as I waka go, I no hear her record anything for phone.

She drop her phone like say e hot. No more diary episode for today.

That material don spoil for her hand.

E pain am. Her plan scatter. I wan even laugh small, but I hold myself.

Before day finish, this gist don spread for company—na me even help am move:

I subtly gist two people, dem help am reach cafeteria. Company grapevine na express road.

Even cleaner for ground floor don hear am.

Na so the matter reach ground floor. By close of work, even driver dey yarn for bus park.