Chronicles of an Insane Intern (Episode 2)


In case you missed the first episode, read it here.



I rubbed my eyes and stared at the screen again, hoping I was hallucinating. It couldn’t be! How in the world did this happen? Where was I? I sank into the brown leather couch beside me, Idongesit what?! The name itself irks me. Of all the six billion people in the world, Shade chose this guy?! He was looking worse than Shrek and Quasimodo combined.

What was she thinking? Where is common sense when you need it?  My protracted undying love turned suddenly to cruel repugnance. I clicked on the guy’s name, checked out his profile and went through a few of his pictures, Hmmmm?! No wonder! He works at ExxonMobil, lives in Ikoyi and drives a 2015 Range Rover. It’s all over!

I stood up and paced around the room, all drowsiness had taken flight, no hope, no solace! My utopia was destroyed without notice or warning. Several sinister thoughts played their way through my sub-conscious, but I decided to take the high road. Well, such is life. Shade had made her choice. I had to live with it. By now, it was already 5am. A new day had begun. Thoughts of how I would now look at Shade at the office flashed through my mind, but I shrugged it off. When we get to the bridge, we’ll find a way to cross it. I’ll work my way around the awkward glances and tenses. I sauntered towards the bathroom, picked up my toothbrush and as my eyes met the misty mirror, my mind wandered off into the events of the previous day.

“The report on Zenith Holdings is ready”, the soft-spoken Bukola said raising her head from her workstation, which was just opposite mine.

“Leave it on my table. I’ll create the power point presentation and get back to you. Thank you”.  I replied coolly.

Bukola Adeyemi was a gentle soul. She was more like the go-to-girl among us, though she was also an intern, she was witty, smart and her dress sense was impeccable.  Though sometimes, she tends to act as retarded as Linda Ikeji’s comments section.

I heard the entrance door open and looked up from my desktop just in time to see a beautiful lady walk into the office. Her strides alone portrayed affluent poise and class. Her hair was on point and fitted perfectly with her oval face and she had red velvet shoes on, to match her black and red polka dotted dress. I don’t know what came over me, but I felt this immediate urge to ask to her out. I usually like the direct approach though, I don’t like beating about the bush. I know what I want and I go ahead and get it. So, I stood up slowly, pulled back my seat and straightened my gaze towards the “Lady in Red”.

I was very confident, because I was looking dapper and feeling myself. I was putting on my new greyish black suit by Josh Amor, bespoke slim-fit white shirt by J.Brown Apparels, brown belt by Salvatore Ferragamo, goldish brown tie by Charles Tyrwhitt, matching socks by Nicole and Giovanni and my shoe was by eeerrmm… Never mind. It was a fine brown shoe sha.

I left my seat and started walking towards her; I wasn’t even bothered whether everyone or anyone was in the office at the time. I added the best smile I could conjure as I got to her and said…

“Good Morning Miss, Welcome to Freelance Incorporated, my name is Shola Johnson, you look amazingly pretty. Would you mind, if I asked you out on a date?”

She looked startled, but immediately regained her composure. “My name is Oluchi Kalu and I am the new CEO”. Came the calm reply and she walked briskly past me.

Whaaaaaaaaat?? I was still trying to wrap my head around the gravity of my effrontery, when I heard the same voice again; I turned around as she said…

“See me in my office, NOW!”


To be continued…


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