My arrogant millionaire boss

Prologue

A gasp left me as I took in the person in front of me. Standing before me is the exact stranger I insulted when he asked me for directions when he got lost.

If I begrudgingly thought he was handsome that day, then today he's more handsome than he was then, standing on the other side of the door wearing clothes that look as if it was specially made for him.

His hair was gelled back and whenever I inhale I perceive his sweet scent that's purely male.

What's he doing here,

how is he related to Mr. Kalu?

Maybe he's their errand boy?

I tried to convince myself, but based on his dressing, you can deduce he's nothing like the errand boy I pegged him as.

I browsed through my memory of how I looked that day.

Recalling how snappy I was that day made me blush hard in embarrassment.

Seeing him here made me regret applying for the job, what if he tries to exact his revenge on me?

What if he humiliates me in the presence of Mr. Kalu?

What if_?

“Earth needs your awesome presence, miss,” he said in a smug.

I looked up to find him smiling at me with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Chapter 1

Looking back on this carriage life that they call life with a smile on your face, you will come to the same conclusions as I have.

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The harmattan weather is always harsh.

This year's harmattan season isn't like the others. In Nigeria, harmattan season starts in December and stops around February time, but last year's harmattan season didn't start until February of this year after two months of intensive heat, making it the first late harmattan witnessed in Nigeria. 

The streets were filled with layers of dust, a compliment of the season it is.

Snow falls in some countries during wintertime, but in ours ggetseye tearing dust.

I trudged along the paved way which is the only safe place to walk on if you want to escape the dust, although I was putting on three layers of clothing, I can still feel the stinging claws of harmattan on me.

My bones ache as though I ran a marathon with time.

Most of the children playing in the streets had split lips, and some unfortunate ones were burdened with calloused feet.

The stings of the season were mainly visible on the poor, they are recognized by the signature white of their body. 

“Auntie good morning!!” Chorused the happy kids as I walked past their playing space.

They weren't bothered about the cold since they have friends to play with.

“Morning, ole otu unu di?" I smiled at them, “we are fine, thank you!!” They chorused as they resumed their game of tag.

I smiled at the cute little creatures, the children are the main reason I like walking to my mom's shop every morning instead of taking a motorcycle there, their smiles brighten my day as they have contagious smiles.

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Walking towards Uzoma street, I frowned when I saw Kachi in his mother's shop, my brightened countenance turned sour.