☕ Espresso and Gist! Trying not to fall for those eyes, or flat on her face in front of them: Lara's Office Diaries (Ep. 2)

"Omo, you no try oo, babe," Lara whispered the moment they were out of earshot and safely behind Tope's office door.

"I'm married now. Na only my husband fine for my eyes," Tope replied, arranging a stack of files on her desk. The office wasn’t big or fancy—just decent. Moderately fine sha.

"But you said your boss looks normal! I was expecting to meet one 45-year-old man with wrinkled eyes and a potbelly," Lara whisper-yelled, collapsing into the nearest chair.

"Eeyah. So why is he asking to see you though?"

"We just walked out of the room together—are you joking? I don’t read minds."

"But you still fly at night."

Lara sent her a glare, but Tope only smirked.

"Come let me show you around, then I’ll take you to your office… and finally deliver you to my boss so you can give him the best time of his life." Her lips curled up in that wicked Tope way.

"While helping him sort out documents and schedules, abi?" Lara muttered, twirling a pen. "But for real—why does he want to see me alone? Did he do the same for you on your first day?"

"Nope. He didn’t." Tope's smirk deepened. "Maybe he feels what you’re feeling and just wants to dive into it. No time."

"Like your husband did, right? Wasn’t it after three years of unrequited crushing you finally opened your mouth? Or was it four?"

"Abeg, come dey go."

Lara's laugh was anything but stifled.

Tope kept her company and helped her with settling in and all. Well, before she left her standing in front of the Lion's den. What did she say about useless besties again?

As she stepped into the CEO’s office at the headquarters of The Adeyemi Group, her heart was practically forcing its way out of her lungs.

He looked up at her, his expression gave nothing away. Completely unreadable.

"You asked for me sir? Uhmm..."

At this point, Lara needed a guide. A manual. Something titled: How to Stop Stammering in Front of a Yoruba Fine Boy.

"You were hired as my Executive Assistant. How do you plan to start work if I don't give you instructions on what I need you to do for me?" His deep voice rolled across the room like music she wasn’t ready for.

He sat behind a massive desk, legs crossed, glancing up with those raised brows. No smile… yet her legs wobbled right under his gaze.

The only thing she could focus on was the low hum of a fancy coffee machine and a tasteful sculpture behind him—it had somehow snatched her attention from his face.

Maybe it was better than those hooded eyes. Maybe not. Cold… but mesmerizing all the same.

'Get a grip, Lara or disgrace yourself!' The voice in her head snapped.

"That's why I'm here, sir?" It came out more like a question. Like he suddenly doesn't deserve to be called that. The words had escaped before she could even process it.

I guess her attitude was still intact, even though her heart wasn't.

Tbc...

Imagine falling for someone and your attitude is not lost to the wind! That's the real deal jare.



Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

What Speaking Up Has Cost Me

Image
I loved expressing myself. I enjoyed sharing my opinions. But I barely listened to people—barely heard their words. At the time, I just wanted to feel seen—to be heard. And I was. But never again. Not after what it’s taken from me. Oh, I lost everything—respect, confidence, trust, friends, peace. The moment I knew I’d never speak up again was when I lost my confidence. I know—I said I wouldn’t listen to people or let them shape me. But I did. I let them take my voice. Only then did they let me have my peace back. Only then did I stop crying myself to sleep. Only then did I stop hurting. And now, my smile is back. I’m learning to listen more. Learning to zip my mouth. Learning to stay away from people who make me want to express myself more than necessary. Sometimes, giving in might be the safer option. It could save you from being hauled down a hill. Who knows? Maybe it’ll help you become a better version of yourself. * * *  This is jus...
Read more

Why I Started This Blog (Even Though It Scares Me)

Image
Ever started something so far out of your comfort zone it makes your heart race? If yes, you must understand how scared and uncertain I feel right now. If no, then watch me grow—and help yourself make a good choice. Hmph! Chaos. That’s the perfect description for what’s going on in my mind right now. Two voices in my head can’t seem to agree about me putting myself out here, but one’s probably winning, I guess. I’m here writing, aren’t I? Also, let me add this so you’ll have a better understanding of why I’m not scared—but I am. Writing isn’t something I see as hard work or a chore; it means so much more. It’s a part of me. A silent truth I can only express on paper. A part of me that no one knows (which obviously will soon change). But it’s actually scary to come out and expose this part of me. Honestly, it feels like being naked. But I’ll definitely find a way to clothe and nurture that part of me—expensively, carefully, like it deserves. So, this is me—doing my thing. I ...
Read more

Because You Thought I Forgot You.

Image
This isn’t in any particular order of how much my friends mean to me or anything. It’s just a harmless appreciation — and definitely a “show-off” post. Argue with your keyboard. Okay, let’s talk about Cynthia before she starts complaining that I didn’t mention her first. 🙄😂 You see this one? She’s a character — but she’s my character. We just click, and the energy she brings is totally out of this world. She always lights up the room with that smile of hers💗. Yeah, that smile — the one that always screams “Get a toothpaste like mine” at every chance it gets. Girl, I love you and you already know that. But hey, who said there’s any harm in reminding you of my undying love for you?  Ah! Adedoyin!!!! My babe that shows her love in small, unexpected ways — the kind that remind me that what we share is real. Thank you for always reminding me how pretty my forehead is.😭😂❤️ Do I really need to say how much our friendship and you mean to me? Nah. Nah. We already know tha...
Read more