Not you ma, I love your daughter!

The head of Analytics department.

    Few days later. Kafula. 

~Dare Ofegu~

"Be in my office in five."

The call dropped. I leaned forward in the chair, one of my elbows erected on the table. One thing to think about was the fact that I've been giving her attitude since the past few days because she'd promised to employ Kola. 

From that frame of reference, I could say that that drooping mood tampered with her words and delivered such fierce and urgent tone which permeated her voice. But then -- She couldn't possibly raise her voice all of a sudden. We left home together earlier today. 

"I'll come with you. Samantha's tone over the phone portrayed a sharp flow of air, pressured by want and doubt."

I scoffed, sneering at Imara who had just offered. 

"You figured all that out over the phone?"

"You have three minutes left."

She alerted and I got off the chair. I didn't have enough time to argue with her. I hurried out of the offi