A fine line

Episode 25|You can count on me like...

|Dedicated to HauwaJay ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️|
'Only those you dare to fail greatly can ever achieve greatly'

-Robert F. Kennedy.

Terence leaned back in his couch while rubbing his eyes. If fatigue was a person, it would be him right now. This was no way to spend a late Sunday night.

"What are you doing?"

"Ah!" He exclaimed startled by her sudden appearance.

"Shhh!" She replied, "Keep your voice down or you'll wake up Ivanna."

He glared at her as he said, "It's not like I was planning to wake her up, you startled me!" He sighed, "Besides, why are you still awake?"

She sat down on the sofa opposite him and sighed in defeat, "I can't sleep. You?"

"My Dad called for a midnight meeting. It was urgent," he said arranging the files on the table in front of him.

"May I?" She asked pointing to the files on the table. He agreed and she went ahead to look through them.

She regretted her action almost immediately because it was so complicated. It had a lot of numbers and so much words to read it made her eyes burn. Watching her blink severally while flipping through the pages, he laughed out loud.

"Trust me, it's not as hard as it looks though." he took his thing backs and rearranged them. A few papers fell from his hand to the floor, some of which she recognized where Gi-Tech documents meant for interns at their office.

"What's this?" She drew his attention to the document in her hand, "Are you doing this for the those new people?"

"I'll take that back now. Thank y—"

She moved it away from his reach and said, "I'm not giving you these papers till you tell me why you are busy doing the work meant for the interns? They don't pay them to lazy about. They ought to handle their works themselves and not leave it for their superiors. Why are doing this?"

He said, "Look, it's not like I do this all the time, okay? Chioma said her father is undergoing heart surgery."

"That kind yeye heart surgery?" She hissed.

"Henrietta! How can you be so insensitive?"

She scoffed, "Oga sensitivity, her father is dead. Or at least that's what she used her hand to write on her application form. So it's either she lied or that girl has just been using style to be dodging her responsibilities in that office."

Terence couldn't believe his ears, "So, I'm awake all night doing her left over work so she can visit her dying father—ugh! What the—"

She sat back and crossed her legs, "Well, it's not like it's anyone's fault," she folded her arms, "You're just too nice for your own good."

He looked sternly at her.

She scoffed, "I said what I said. You're too nice. If you like don't man up and tell that lady to behave, stay there may she dey use you dey catch cruise."

Well, it's not like you're that different. He thought. Sounds to me like you're describing yourself.

"Stay there and be looking atme," she continued.