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
As they stepped outside the restaurant, the sound of footsteps rapidly closing in caught their attention. Beatrice turned to see James reaching out to grab her arm, but she deftly sidestepped his attempt. Shola and Harry observed the scene, their expressions a mix of confusion and curiosity. James, realizing the need for privacy, apologized to Shola and Harry, explaining that he wanted to have a quick word with Beatrice.Shola, aware of the history between Beatrice and James, exchanged a knowing glance with Harry, who was left in the dark about the sudden tension. The lunch they had just shared seemed amicable, leaving Harry puzzled about the unexpected turn of events. He looked at Shola, silently seeking an explanation, and Shola's expression conveyed that there was indeed some history between Beatrice and James.James, acknowledging the complexity of the situation, was ready to address whatever lingering issues existed between him and Beatrice. The air was charged wi
The next morning, Beatrice briskly left the hostel, eager to immerse herself in the day's classes. The experiences from her eventful summer, which had spurred her into starting her own business, were proving to be a catalyst for success. Favors seemed to align effortlessly on her path, and the dividends of her entrepreneurial venture were beginning to manifest. Pharmaceutical orders for hampers were pouring in, Mrs. Williams' order was secured, and she held hopeful anticipation for Harry's potential order. Determined not to let anything hinder her progress in both business and academics, Beatrice, armed with versatile skills and impeccable multitasking abilities, efficiently planned, prioritized, and executed her responsibilities. The seamless coordination of her endeavors became a source of joy, marking the commencement of a promising new phase in her life. After her classes, she headed to the library to meticulously tidy up the day's work. Her commitment to excelle
Life was a whirlwind, spinning faster than Beatrice could grasp. It felt like the moment one stepped into the first class, the next blink led to exams, and soon the semester had concluded, ushering in the long-awaited Christmas break. Yvonne, her entrepreneurial friend who had reappeared on the scene, found it challenging to catch up with Beatrice amidst the rapid pace of events. The two friends managed to squeeze in occasional meals, but the relentless march of days left them yearning for more time together.Amidst the chaos of wrapping up Christmas orders, Beatrice's focus had been laser-sharp. The demands of her budding enterprise required meticulous attention, and every waking moment seemed dedicated to ensuring the success of her business venture. As the last festive glitz hamper was prepared and dispatched, Beatrice found herself at the threshold of a well-earned break.Returning home for Christmas, the Kenan household welcomed Beatrice with open arms. The family
Boxing Day dawned with Beatrice eager to surprise her friend Shola with a homemade cake for her birthday celebration later in the evening. The scent of festivity still lingered in the air from Christmas, and Beatrice, with her culinary skills, aimed to add a sweet touch to the holiday cheer.As Beatrice embarked on her baking endeavor, the kitchen became a hub of activity. Her younger sisters, Tina and Evelyn, emerged from their holiday-induced stupor, seeking early morning sustenance in the form of leftover turkey. The trio navigated the kitchen space, each with their own agenda for the day.Beatrice, accustomed to the holiday chaos, swiftly prepared turkey sandwiches with stuffing for her sisters, ensuring they were adequately nourished for the day ahead. With the duo settled in a corner, munching on their early morning bites, Beatrice seized the opportunity to focus on her baking project.The kitchen, adorned with the remnants of Christmas feasts, became a pl
Yvonne's brisk approach carried with it a sense of urgency and concern as she asked Beatrice about the girl in the red mid-length dress across the room. Trying to get a clear view, Beatrice vaguely recognized the face—a girl with long hair to her shoulders and heavily made up. Curiosity piqued, Beatrice questioned Yvonne's inquiry. "Why do you ask?" Beatrice wanted to know. In response, Yvonne began recounting an unsettling encounter. She had recognized one of her customers in the group and decided to greet her. However, the conversation took an unexpected turn when the topic of the cake came up. According to Yvonne, the waiter, responding to inquiries about the cake's origin, had revealed that Beatrice not only brought it but had personally crafted it for Shola's special day. As Yvonne continued her account, disbelief and frustration colored her tone. "Would you believe this girl took that simple answer and assassinated you?" she exclaimed. According to Yvonne, the
The clock struck 4:00 AM, signaling the early hours of a Friday morning on Camden Street. A group of impeccably dressed young men emerged from Studio 39, exuding an air of sophistication that set them apart from the ordinary crowd. Their tailored suits and confident demeanor were unmistakable signs of power and affluence, providing a glimpse into a world beyond the average. Among this group of individuals was Yomi, a man who had recently assumed the title of Captain. Having arrived just a few days earlier, Yomi was deliberately maintaining a low profile, strategically navigating the landscape as he sought to integrate into the new environment. Though dressed unassumingly, the group carried themselves with an inherent sense of authority and wealth, a silent proclamation of their status. Yomi, once a familiar face back home in Nigeria, now preferred to go by a different moniker, embracing the identity he had crafted for himself. Today's rendezvous held significant impo