EPISODE 2

EPISODE 2

Nobody tells you that the most effective kind of seduction in a Lagos office has nothing to do with touch. It is about being seen by someone who everyone else is invisible to, and Amara was starting to understand that Dami Coker was very, very good at making people feel seen.

She had spent her first week being professionally unremarkable on purpose. She sat in the marketing bullpen, learned the systems, smiled at the right people, and deflected Tola’s hourly WhatsApp messages asking for drama. Tola was thirty, medium brown skin, short and loud and employed in the same company’s HR department, which meant she had access to information she had absolutely no right to share and shared it constantly. She was Amara’s closest friend and her worst influence.

Any gist? Anyone fine? I need details.

Amara had sent back eye roll emojis and gone back to her competitor analysis.

Then Thursday happened.

She stayed late finishing a brief her supervisor had dropped on her at 4pm with a smile that meant it was due at 9am. The office emptied. The cleaners came through. The lights dropped to their automatic evening setting. Amara kept working, one earphone in, her canteen jollof going cold and ignored beside her laptop.

She did not hear him come in.

“You are still here.”

She yanked the earphone out and knocked over her water bottle in the same motion. Dami was at the bullpen entrance, jacket gone now, white shirt sleeves rolled to just below the elbow. He looked like someone had told exhaustion to leave the premises.

“Sorry sir, I was just finishing the deck. I will be out of your way.”

“I am not asking you to leave.” He came further in, glancing at her screen without being intrusive about it. His eyes moved to her face. “You are the new one. Amara.”

The fact that he knew her name rearranged something in her chest.

“Yes sir.”

He looked at her for a moment. Not the brief sweep from Monday morning. Something longer. Something that was professional and something that was sitting just outside the border of professional.

“Go home,” he said. “The deck will be there tomorrow.”

He left. Amara sat in the dim office and waited for her pulse to behave itself.

She texted Tola: We need to talk.

Tola replied in nine seconds: I KNEW IT. CALL ME NOW.

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