Chapter Eighteen

“Good... Good morning, madam,” The Security guard stuttered with his mouth agape.

Bukunmi smiled, in response to his greeting, knowing why he had been so stunned upon seeing her that morning.

Although she felt uncomfortable in the tight grey sequin skirt which was a little above her knees, which Nneoma had given to her a year ago because it was too big for her big ass, and couldn’t fit in anymore; still, she didn’t mind and was confident that things would go as planned, seeing the effect it had had on the security guard.

She adjusted her black blazer, which she only wore because she was in a work environment, and not going to some club, and also because she didn’t want her grandmother, Alhaja Pelumi to scold her or call her names. It was even a miracle that she had left the house without being questioned as to if she was really going to work.