Chapter twelve
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Rayna's POV
It had been almost a month since she started at Semilore Group.
And honestly? She was enjoying it.
Her role kept her busy in the best way — attending to different clients, managing complaints, smoothing things over. Some clients were dramatic and exhausting. Others were easy and pleasant. But she liked the variety. It kept her on her toes.
Her besties were coming back to Lagos soon too. Josh was wrapping up his Abuja internship — she had missed his calm energy more than she expected. As for Ife, she could never be fully trusted to stick to a plan. The girl changed her mind like Lagos weather.
The most surprising development of the past few weeks though was Trojan.
He hadn't been nearly as troublesome as she had braced herself for. Beyond the occasional good morning in the corridor and the times she went to his office to have her work reviewed, he had been — normal. Professional even.
It was strange.
Not that it bothered her. This was exactly what she had asked for from day one. Professional. Straightforward. No unnecessary drama.
She was perfectly okay with how things were between them.
Someone knocked twice and opened her door immediately without waiting.
It could only be one person.
She looked up and confirmed it.
"It would have been nice if you waited for me to let you in," she told him calmly.
"Where's the fun in that," Trojan replied, already moving toward her desk. He pulled out the chair opposite her without being invited and sat down like he owned the space — which, technically, she supposed he did.
She noticed almost against her will that he looked good today. Smelled good too. Like something expensive and deliberate. The man genuinely knew his way around clothes.
"Are you done staring?" he asked.
"Whatever," she said, looking away. "How can I help you?"
She hoped it wasn't more files. She was completely done with that.
"I just got here and you're already trying to send me away," he said. "Feisty."
"I didn't mean it like that," she said. "I just have things to do."
"Fine," he said, leaning back slightly. "I'll get straight to it then. I was supposed to go watch a movie with my friend tonight but he bailed. I already bought the tickets and I can't return them." He placed two tickets on her desk and slid them forward. "Do you want one?"
Rayna's brain short circuited for exactly three seconds.
Was he — was this — was he asking her out??
"Hello?" Trojan tapped the desk lightly. "Are you with me?"
She blinked. "Sorry. I just — I don't understand what you mean exactly."
"Two tickets," he said slowly, like he was explaining to a child. "Friend cancelled. I thought you might want one. I won't be there anyway — I have somewhere else to be. The other ticket is for someone else."
Rayna looked at the tickets. Then at him.
"Okay," she said simply, reaching out and taking one. "I'll take it."
"Good," he said, standing. "Have a nice day then."
And just like that he was gone, door clicking shut behind him.
Rayna sat very still for a moment.
She looked down at the ticket in her hand. The movie was in a few days.
She didn't even know what film it was.
She looked at the title on the ticket.
She might as well go. It would be a waste otherwise.
That was the only reason.
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