Contact marriage to the CEO shes my savior

UNITED STATES OF AMERICA

KUNLE COMPANY’S

   Adeola, a young black woman from Africa. Dressed in a pink blouse and black skirt. Her long plated hair falling on her back down to her waist. She's seated close to her desk, her brown eyes glued to her computer screen, the only sound in the room was the sound of the keyboard. “done” she said relaxing her back to her chair.

Almost immediately she turned to the left side of the office. There is Bimpe, a slim young lady, is sitting quietly very close to her desk doing some tasks assigned to her. She's such a damsel, her brown eyes, were facing her computer screen, her hands moving here and there on the keyboard, all on her desk. She is a back woman form Africa. Her short plated hair lying on her shoulder. Dressed in a short blue gown

“Hey, girl, so what about our last discussion.” Adeola said to Bimpe drinking from a bottle water. Bimpe glanced at her and continue typing “are you not the one I’m talking to?” she questioned, but obviously, there were no answers. “Ok, I will leave you,”

 She stood up from her sit, she moved to the left side of the office. There is Michelle. Michelle is a white lady, dressed in a yellow gown. Her long curly brown hair lying on her back. She was going through some files on her desk, where also is a set of computer.

         Before she could reach to Michelle desk Bimpe said, without looking at her. “Thanks for doing that, because currently I’m busy,”

Adeola looked back and said with her hands on her hips “So you can talk now. Whatever, I only wanted a better life for you but I think you don’t want it, obviously”

“Yes, you don’t want it. You just need a fucking marriage for this, you will become a fucking citizen” Michelle said as Bimpe got distracted and started to shake her head. Adeola is now sitting on the edge of Michelle’s desks.

“Or maybe, she’s scared of marriage. There are better ways, you can go to the club, get drunk then someone will hit you. Or hook up for a night and get pregnant “ Adeola said as they both burst into laughter. They really weren’t making gist of her. They were good hearted ones, they meant no harm to her. Their uncontrollable laughter fill the office, the sound was gradually reducing.

“So what? See girls, I can’t leave my boyfriend and get married to someone I know nothing about” They finally stopped when they heard Bimpe trying bill herself out of the mess.

“See, this is where you are getting everything mixed up and wrong, you can find a young man, and become friends, later tell him about it. Or.... I have a person you can go to, that’s her business, she always has a client that wants a contract wedding” Adeola suggested.

“Yes, the client will pay you money and free accommodation and he will play the role of a fucking husband. Girl wake up” Michelle said with her voice higher than usual. She now close the file and turned to Bimpe finally. Their eyes were glued to Bimpe like an ant to sugar.

“See girl, your parents sent you here to find a job, you are their hope, girl. It’s your responsibility to take care of them, do you want them to think about their past” Adeola said trying to make her remember her purpose of coming to the USA.

“I know, they are my responsibility,” Bimpe said as her body couldn’t move, her hands stopped moving and she buried her head down, she begins to share tears. After Bimpe graduation from a government university in Nigeria, with a first class in Accounting.

Her parent were so proud of her, she started to look for job after finishing her NYSC, Nigeria youth service corps. But she couldn’t find a job that’s suits her. They were lacking in her family. Her dad is a retired civil service worker, he is waiting for his gratuity and pension.

 Her mom in the other hand, she’s also a civil servant, she had used her salary to take loans form several Banks to Sponsor Bimpe to the USA, also for her siblings school fee. They were in hard time.

“Hey girlfriend you don’t need to cry, what we’ve been saying, it’s for your benefit, you need to think about it,” Adeola said as she and Michelle walked to her and they hugged her tightly. Not like Adeola. She is from an average class family. She was only there to secure her future and to be self dependent.

 Michelle release Bimpe to be pampered by Adeola as she said “It’s lunchtime, let’s go,”

“You like food ohhhh,” Bimpe said as she burst into an uncontrollable laughter and wiping away her tears.

“Too much,” Adeola said as they joined her in the laughter.

“You all know I like food, so stop blabbering let’s go,” Michelle said.

                     LOCAL FOOD RESTAURANTS

Adeola lead the way in, she suddenly stopped, she glanced at the place for a bit then she move to the left side of the room. They took a sit not far from the entrance. Adeola called the waitress. She came quickly, gave her the manual.