I had sworn never to seek formal employment. Having seen my parents dedicate all their effort and time to their jobs and get nothing in return. I was raised in a two-bedroom apartment on the outskirts of the city. My parents were so much in love. But they would often experience conflicts of interests when their jobs demanded so much time and attention compared to family. There were just the two of us, my sister and I. Due to the constant absenteeism of our parents, we learned to take care of ourselves. I envied my friends who had weekend vacations one week after the other. But we could not choose what we had. So we embraced what we had and lived on hence my distaste for employment. This was mainly because I had grown up believing that it steals parents away from their kids.
After finishing my undergrad in human resource management (HRM), I realized that I had conformed to the same life my parents had. I got a job and my dedication saw me climb the ladder with ease. I was a smart bachelor and had little or nothing to lose whether I worked long hours or not. Within five and a half years, I had assumed the position of human resource manager in a reputable fintech in the city. I would be ungrateful not to acknowledge the fact that my parents, despite being workaholics, had amassed influence that would guarantee the prosperity of our careers. Their influence had helped me land my current job as the youngest manager in the company’s history.
I loved almost everything about my job, well, apart from the long hours. As a human resource manager, I was tasked with being the custodian of all employees within the organization. But young and naive yet successful, I often fell prey to earthly pleasures. I had the money, energy, and means to have fun. I sought to leave early on Fridays and report late on Mondays. Besides, I didn’t worry much about hierarchy mainly because I had most of the employees wrapped around my pinky. They had trusted and respected me which made my work easier and more fun. We had a mutually inclusive relationship. It allowed our survival in the organization by ensuring we all worked towards its overall objectives.
On this fateful Monday, I walked into the office later. It was the first Monday in September and I had probably partied too much the previous weekend. Someone would say that I was an irresponsible bachelor and had the liberty to party as hard as I could with zero regrets and commitments, well, apart from work. So, I rushed to the ground floor elevator before it shut. A hand slid out to keep the doors open for me. I got in and thanked the lady who had so courteously tried to help ease into what I had made out to be a horrible Monday.
I couldn’t help but notice the aesthetic tattoos on her arm before she pulled her official shirt to conceal them probably because of profiling and stereotyping associated with tattoos. After noticing her tattoos, It was hard not to fall for them. It was a taste I had acquired from my ex-girlfriend. Her passion for art had exceeded her love for me over time and we slowly fell out. Once in the elevator, I stretched to press my floor’s button but she pressed it first.
I slyly smiled before embracing my briefcase and allowing memories of the previous weekend to storm my mind. It was a wild weekend. I can promise you that it was one of the most memorable ones I’d ever had. Nothing kinky but I had crossed a few things off my bucket list. A click from the elevator got me back to the world of the living and the lady and I got off the elevator and headed to our offices in silence. I can be a snob at times so I did not bother to start a conversation.
In a few minutes, I would realize that she was the interning secretary whose position I had advertised two weeks before. A few minutes after settling in my office, she walked in and handed me her resume and supporting documents. She was presentable and I believed she would be the perfect face of our company. I decided to make the recommendation to hire her. But I needed to ask her several questions to satisfy my curiosity. “Tell me about you and what you expect from this job,” I inquired.
“I’m passionate about what I do and believe I won’t let this company down. I expect to work long hours which is not a problem for me since I’m do not have secondary commitments. I’m a single lady looking to be successful. I seek to build a career in the city and help my family as well as grow my professional portfolio, “she replied. I liked that answer. it had gotten rid of any doubts I previously had about her. She was perfect for the job.
In the weeks that followed, the intern continued to impress me, and eventually, there was some undeniable chemistry between us. Thinking about her reminded me of the first time I had set my eyes on her. Her elegant dressing always complimented her curvy body and her aura commanded attention from anyone around her irrespective of their gender or position in the company. I remembered how she had gone out of her way and put her hand out of the elevator to hold the door for me. The perfect depiction of the henna tattoo on her light-skinned hand got me wondering how far the tattoos stretched through her body. It was not only aesthetic but perfectly suited her light skin.
I was very likely to break my major rule, “I never date people from work”. I had vowed never to have romantic relationships with my workmates. My decision was based on advice from my mentors, lessons from several films I had watched, and books I had read. They all prohibited intimacy among workmates since it always ruined their careers. This wasn’t going to be me. I dread being a statistic. Yet here I was, my blood boiling each time I caught the glimpse of this young lady from the corner of my eye. I had shared an elevator and office building with her for several months. all this time, I had struggled to keep her at arm’s length. I avoided private conversation unless we addressed issues in the office. She was gorgeous and I had thought of taking the risk to pursue this love several times.
I tried to resist these feelings but it was just the beginning. The love experience I had untimely dismissed would soon catch up with me. I hoped that as long as we had to, love would wait. Wait for part two.
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