EPISODE 1

She had been working at Coker Media for exactly four hours when she realized the most dangerous thing about her new boss was not his power or his money but the way he looked at her like he already knew something she had not figured out yet.

Amara had taken the danfo from Yaba to the island that morning with her CV folder pressed to her chest even though she no longer needed it. Twenty-seven years old, fresh out of a master’s program, with the kind of deep brown skin that caught light well and dark honey eyes that her mother always said were too expressive for someone who wanted to keep secrets. She was slim through the waist and full through the hips and she had spent twenty minutes that morning deciding whether her dress was too much before settling on something simple and navy.

The reception at Coker Media smelled like cold air and intentionality. Everything was white and chrome and deliberate.

She had just signed in when the elevator opened.

She heard him before she saw him. An unhurried voice, mid-sentence, the kind of voice that did not need to rise to be heard. Then someone near the front desk said good morning sir in that particular Lagos register saved for people who sign your paycheck, and Amara looked up.

Dami Coker was tall. Six one at least, with the rich dark skin of someone whose ancestors came from deep south Nigeria and the kind of jaw that looked like it had opinions. He was thirty-eight and he wore it like an advantage. Broad shoulders, low cut, a charcoal suit that had not come from any mall. He was laughing at something his colleague had said, one hand easy in his pocket, and his eyes were doing a quiet sweep of the room the way people in charge of things always do without meaning to look like they are doing it.

They landed on Amara for two seconds.

She looked back down at her phone.

Her heart was doing something she did not have time for. She told herself it was just first day nerves. She told herself she was here to work, to build something, to finally start becoming the person her mother had taken out loans to help her become. She told herself a lot of sensible things in that reception area.

By the end of the week, not one of them would still be standing.

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THE CEO’S INTERN. A Lagos Adult Romance Series 2