She stares at me for some minutes before she speaks, “well, Mr. Tayo said I should inform you that you and you and your colleague,” she paused to stare at Zainab, “...should invite more candidates for the interview for the role of a front desk officer.
“I’ll do as you have said, but I'd like to see an email with regards to that just for documentation purposes,” I responded. She gave me a daring look and smiled, “are you responding to me like this because of the last time?” she asked.
I paused typing again before responding to her, “Girl, I don’t know if you have never worked in a corporate environment before and I don’t care but if you should know, that’s how it’s done here.” “fine!” she said, banging my table.
A few minutes later, I received an email to that effect from her, and I immediately signaled Zainab that we act on the email immediately. I spent the rest of the day sending emails to prospective candidates whom I thought would be fit for the role, while Zainab did the scouting.
The next time I looked at the wall clock that rested a little above the entrance of our office, it was already time to go home. I shut down my computer, and was packing my bags when Eno walked in. “what is it again this time?” I murmured.
“Enny, na you dey happen o, na you be the happening babe,” she said hugging me, as she whispered in my ears, “so na you be Mr. Tayo babe? Why you no tell us now?” she asked, this time standing in front of me, chewing gum carelessly.
“I don’t know what you are talking about,” I responded. Still packing my bags, she held my left hand and said she would soon find out whatever was going on whether I opened up to her or not. With that, she left, closing the door behind her.
I may not be a prophet, but I’m sure that it's just a matter of time before Eno lands herself in trouble with her mouth.