Uninvited love

Surveying or Conveying

Episode seven

Narrator's pov

The sun was high and merciless, beating down on the sprawling piece of land that had once belonged entirely to Leslie’s grandmother. Leslie stepped out of her pink Range Rover, letting the heat hit her as she surveyed the area. The land was impressive — flat, expansive, and perfect for the entertainment company she envisioned. But her eyes narrowed as she noticed something that made her blood boil.

Half of the property had already been encroached upon. A half-built structure rose in the middle, workers moving as if they owned the place.

“Excuse me,” Leslie called, striding toward the nearest foreman, “who approved this?”

The man looked up, sweat dripping down his brow. “Uh… madam, this land belongs to Mr. Charles Devon. He commissioned the construction.”

Leslie’s jaw tightened. “Charles Devon? My grandmother's land was passed down to me!”

“I’m… I’m sorry, ma’am. I’m just following orders,” he said, looking uneasy.

Leslie let out a sharp laugh that carried across the site. “Following orders? Do you even know what ‘ownership’ means?”

From the corner, a man in a crisp suit stepped forward, clipboard in hand. “Miss Leslie, I presume? I’m Samuel, Mr. Charles Devon's assistant. I handle all property matters for him.”

Leslie folded her arms, fixing him with a sharp stare. “Ah… so you’re the man behind this little intrusion on my land?”

Samuel cleared his throat. “Miss Leslie, it’s… complicated. Mr. Devon has started a new project here, and some of the land lines weren’t properly recorded in the registry. There may have been some… overlap.”

“Overlap?” Leslie’s voice rose. “Overlap? Samuel, this is MY land. There’s no ‘overlap’ when it comes to inheritance! Who gave your boss the right to start construction before even consulting me?”

Samuel raised his hands in a gesture of peace. “I understand your frustration, Miss Leslie. Believe me, I’m trying to mediate this. It’s not personal.”

“Not personal?” Leslie snapped, stepping closer. “You’re telling me that some man I barely know , can just start eating into my inheritance? Tell me, Samuel… do you think this is acceptable?”

He winced but stood his ground. “Miss Leslie, with all due respect, Mr. Devon has his reasons. He believes the land is being underutilized, and the project will benefit the community. I can show you the plans if you’d like.”

Leslie’s eyes flashed. “Plans? I don’t care about your plans. I care about my rights. If your boss thought this was acceptable, then he thought wrong. I want this resolved. And I want to meet the person in charge of all your assistants, the one who manages the company affairs. I want names, contacts, everything. I’m taking this seriously.”

Samuel paused, clearly calculating his response. “Alright… Miss Leslie, I understand. Let me give you my card.” He handed her a sleek, black business card. “Here is the contact for Mr. Victor Adewale, the company manager. He handles all administrative and land matters for the Devon family. I suggest you make an appointment. He will be expecting you.”

Leslie snatched the card, examining it carefully. “Thank you, Samuel. I’ll be coming by the company tomorrow. And believe me, this land will be restored to its rightful owner — me.”

Samuel smiled faintly, though the tension lingered in the air. “I’m sure we’ll find a way to resolve this, Miss Leslie.”

As Leslie walked back to her Range Rover, her mind raced. This was going to be a battle — and she was determined to win.