As Shane animatedly shared his catch-up stories, the DJ seamlessly transitioned into the timeless rhythm of Lionel Richie's "All Night Long." Shola, sharing a conspiratorial glance with Beatrice, couldn't help but express her excitement. With a playful smile, she whispered to Beatrice, "This is our dance for the night, right?" Beatrice responded with an emphatic nod, their plan for the night taking shape.
Just as the two friends prepared to hit the dance floor, a hand gently rested on Beatrice's shoulder, prompting her to turn around. Instantly recognizing the familiar touch, Beatrice beamed and playfully tugged at the person behind the hand. The face that met hers was none other than George's, and without a second thought, she pulled him onto the dance floor.
The music of Lionel Richie enveloped the atmosphere, creating a perfect backdrop for Shola and Beatrice's intended night of joyous revelry. As they swayed to the infectious rhythm, the lyrics of "All Night Long
James operated in the shadows, weaving a complex web of influence and connections. His bad boy image was just the tip of the iceberg, concealing the intricate network he had meticulously built. To the unsuspecting public, he was merely a student with a penchant for trouble, a cautionary tale for concerned mothers, and a figure to be avoided by the fairer sex. Little did they know, he was a force to be reckoned with, capable of instilling fear in the highest echelons of the educational institution.His ties to the hotel industry in Ifetown hinted at a multifaceted persona. While some might dismiss him as a troublemaker, those in the know understood that his influence reached far beyond the campus grounds. The ambiguous nature of his political affiliations added an extra layer of mystery to his character, leaving people to speculate about the true extent of his power.In the intricate dance of power dynamics, James was the orchestrator, conducting his affairs with a calc
Beatrice, intending to excuse herself, turned the corner and collided with a solid figure, accompanied by a musky scent. She uttered a quick "sorry" before realizing she had bumped into James. Instead of a casual apology, James unexpectedly pulled her into a secluded corner, and she instinctively began to resist."Leave me alone, or I'll scream the place down," she warned, struggling against his grip. James, however, seemed more intent on conveying a message than causing harm. "I just want to warn you that all is not as it seems in these parties," he said urgently. "Be careful of strange connections."Beatrice, still frustrated and bewildered, yanked her arm away from him and headed toward the toilet, muttering to herself. "Who are you to keep watch over me?" she questioned aloud, her irritation evident. Turning around, she raised her voice and said, "Keep it all for Shandie; it's not needed here."The encounter left Beatrice both annoyed and perplexed. James's
Returning to the hostel, Beatrice and Shola found themselves bubbling with excitement after the eventful night. Minister Harry had turned out to be quite the character, regaling them with amusing stories of events and the various antics of girls attempting to catch the attention of influential men. To their surprise, he appreciated the genuine and carefree approach Beatrice and Shola had toward the night, finding their lack of ulterior motives refreshing.The initial air of arrogance that Minister Harry exuded had dissipated completely, revealing a more down-to-earth and unserious side. The girls now saw him as relatable and approachable. In a casual exchange, Minister Harry handed each of them his business card, expressing his intent to keep in touch whenever he visited town again.As they bid Minister Harry goodnight, the girls couldn't help but marvel at the unpredictability of the evening. What started with a mysterious encounter at the party had evolved into an interesting connec
James Keenan, a charismatic and pragmatic leader, had etched his presence onto the canvas of campus life, each stroke of influence carefully painted with a blend of charm, intelligence, and strategic prowess. As his time on campus neared its conclusion, James faced the pivotal task of anointing a successor to safeguard the legacy he had meticulously crafted. His journey as a leader began with an innate ability to navigate the intricate web of campus politics. James possessed a magnetic charisma that drew peers and followers alike into his orbit. It was a charisma underlined by an acute understanding of human dynamics and an uncanny knack for reading the pulse of the student body. His leadership style was not one of brute force but of influence and persuasion, creating a formidable aura that permeated through lecture halls, social gatherings, and clandestine meetings alike. The key to James' success lay in his pragmatism. He recognized the importance of alliances and connections, weav
George, a transfer student hailing from the University of Jos, wore a facade of affability and approachability that masked his true identity. While perceived by many as a happy-go-lucky and friendly individual, George harbored a secret leadership role within the Eagles. His transfer to the current campus was orchestrated to shield him from a potential scandal unfolding in the north, one that had the potential to implicate him and numerous figures in authority. Despite his seemingly unassuming exterior, George stood on the brink of a revelation that could reshape the dynamics of influence. In the intricate dance of campus politics, George's covert leadership was a factor known only to a select few, and James, as the orchestrator of this clandestine ballet, understood the strategic significance of this revelation. The metaphorical initiation of the snake represented a move characterized by finesse, subterfuge, and a keen understanding of the complex power structures in play. I
The array of options laid before James outlined promising pathways into the political landscape, each position reflecting the weight of his past contributions. The listed choices were as follows:Senior Special Assistant to the Minister of Commerce (Immediate entry).Senior Special Assistant to the Minister of Internal Affairs (Immediate entry).Senior Special Assistant to the Minister of External Affairs (Requires further training).Special Assistant, Interpol (Requires further training).Senior Special Assistant to the Minister of Finance (Immediate entry).These roles presented immediate entry opportunities, while others required additional training, signifying a shift toward more specialized and impactful spheres. The allure of political power beckoned James, and the immediate entry roles stirred excitement within him. However, his ambitions stretched beyond the local arena; he aspired for positions at the federal level or in the interna
Beatrice woke up to the familiar sound of her mother's voice on the phone. In the haze of sleep, she mumbled a response, "Hey, Mom... just waking up." Marian, recognizing the grogginess in her daughter's voice, chuckled and said, "You sound like you're still in lala land. Call me when you're alive and kicking. Oh, by the way, Mrs. Williams is interested in ordering hampers for Christmas." The mention of Mrs. Williams and Christmas hampers instantly brought a touch of alertness to Beatrice. "Sure, Mom. I'll call you back when I'm more awake. And about the hampers, let me know the details, and I'll take care of it," she replied, her mind gradually shaking off the remnants of sleep. As Beatrice hung up, she stretched and yawned, realizing that the day was already in motion. Christmas hampers were a significant part of her mom's business, and managing such orders required attention to detail. With a renewed sense of wakefulness, she decided to freshen up quickly
Harry decided to forgo sending his driver and opted to go himself. With the girls in the car, Shola couldn't help but admire Beatrice's early rise considering the night they had. "I dreamt about you talking to your mum, and you sounded excited," Shola remarked.Beatrice laughed, dismissing the dream notion. "You didn't dream, dum-dum. I was talking to my mum, and yes, I made my first 10 million today with twenty hamper sales. They should be delivered by the end of this week."Harry, who had been driving while the girls conversed, chimed in with curiosity, "You mentioned you were happy about your sales on the phone, and I was going to ask you: what do you sell?" Beatrice, always eager to share her entrepreneurial spirit, began recounting the genesis of her budding business venture."Well, it all started with a passion for creating beautiful gift hampers. I noticed there was a gap in the market for premium, carefully curated hampers, especially during festive seas