Written by @mrbure…
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“You can
lock up the office when you leave,” said his boss.
“Yes, sir.
Good night,” Chidi replied.
The stack of
documents on his desk had not dwindled despite over four hours of relentless
attack. His head was beginning to pound, and he really didn’t want to reach for
the aspirin he always carried in his laptop bag just yet, seeing as his
headache was stress related and caused by the man who’d just walked out, leaving
him alone in the office.
The day had
been going quite normally for him until around 3pm. He was looking forward to
clocking out and heading to the Beer Barn for some Guinness with his friends
and to watch the Champions’ League and cheer on his beloved (and utterly
frustrating) Arsenal. All that had changed when his boss called his name.
“Chidi, the
Finance people are asking for our budget so, take our project list to Dr
Okoye’s office and give it to them,” his boss had said.
“No problem,
sir,” he’d responded, grabbing the list.
“And don’t
let them tamper with our projects.”
“I’ll let
them know, sir.”
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