MY BREATH ON A CEO

I DO NOT CARE IF SHE IS A GODDESS - JILZ POV

***Jilz Pov***

"Food?"

I exclaimed in shock as I got into the kitchen and found out the food was stored neatly in the fridge. I stood there for a while, with different thoughts playing through my mind. It was just like a dream.

"Did someone cook this?"

I asked myself. I know the question seemed funny but to be frank, I ate the last food I cooked for this week on Saturday morning which was a day before so, how the heck did all this food come to be?

I could have assumed my siblings cooked it but trust they don't even cook in my house. They only come here to visit and say hi to me and then leave. Could have assumed it was just a surprise from them but they are not even around. They went on a trip abroad.

I just couldn't understand the scenario I took out all the covered plated food in the fridge to check what was inside.

"Porridge? Rice and stew? Jollof rice?! Chicken sauce? Egg sauce? What?!"

My jaw aches from my heavy dark laughter. I quickly went towards the store where I kept my food stuff to check if anything was being used. How I would get the person is if the stranger uses my last crate of eggs. My egg crate remained only one and I was about to call my egg supplier.

When I got to the food store, I realized all that the strangers used for this meal were from my store which is never a bad idea for me but I was just curious about who the stranger could be.

I went back to where I placed the food. The redolence, the detailing of the cooking, and the beautiful lookeachwere very captivating. I think I should call one of my siblings, I do not trust them. They might prank me like that. I thought to myself. I took my phone and placed it on one of the chairs in the kitchen. I dialed my sister's number. After a few seconds of dialing, she picked;

"Hey, Liema."

"Hey, Jilz. How are you?"

"I'm doing well. How about you?"

I asked them to not just jump into my question since I'm the one who called. I barely ask people how they are feeling. I do not care.

"I'm good. You see how it sounded nice to ask about how someone is feeling. You could use this trick to win a girl's heart. But no! You wouldn't. Are you sure you are not gay, Jilz? Pray I don't find out."

I know she will bomb my head with pet talks and all. She is that one sibling I barely call but she calls my phone to death every single day.

"Liema, didn't call you because of that. I have a problem."

I said as I changed my tone. I know she doesn't like seeing any of us sounding odd on the phone.

"What? Are you good? Were you attacked? Where? How? Are you good? Hope you are not being hurt. Answer me!"

"How do you want me to talk when you slammed me with millions of questions in one second?"

"Jilz, don't be rude. You know I'm being caring here."

She said with a mother tone. I barely call my mother. We don't even gel and I don't kike her.

"I saw plenty of food in my fridge. Did you cook that food?"

"What are you talking about?"

She asked. I could sense the tone of surprise in her voice.

"I know you are surprised at how I got to know that you are the one who cooked it."

I said while wearing a smirk look.

"Cook what? Are you out of your mind? Have you forgotten we are out of the state?"

"Liema, I'm not joking."

I said.

"Maybe if I call you Big Brother this time you would believe. You can call Tane and Dane, we are still in Scotland."

She said. My head banged. It was just like I was being played.

"Who then cooks this food?"

"Are you serious right now? How do you expect me to know? Do I know your house?"

When she said that last sentence. It went straight into my brain. I have forgotten she doesn't know my house. She failed to come visit me because she felt like I was gay and wouldn't want to associate with me but guess what, she took my money whenever she needed it.

"Okay. Don't bother. I will call Dane."

"I will bother. Maybe it's your maid. I thought I told you to hire a chef the last time we spoke..did you? If yes, she could be the one, ask her. Are you any to talk to your Chef? Aw..okay, give it to her I will help"

"Liema, don't tease me this time. I've got no chef or whatever you call it. This is serious, Liema. I mean, she cooks a few of my favorite foods too. I mean the stranger, I don't know if....it's he is she."

"I see you assuming it's she. Hmm....big bro has started tripping."

"Liema, stop!"

I shun her.

"I do not care if it's she. I'm just saying."

I hung up the call and dialed Dane's number. In the process, I quickly covered the food I opened, and the dialing number picked.

"Hey, Big bro. How art ya!"

"Dane, I am serious this time."

"All right, Big bro..so what's up?"

"Don't lie to me. Are you guys back?"

I asked. Dane is that one sibling who can tell you the truth any day, anytime, just make sure your money is intact.

"No."

"I'm gonna give you five million boxes. Just tell me the truth."

I demanded a ransom for him.

"Big bro, we are still chilling here in Scotland. Amazing experience over here. You can send me the money now. Okay, wait a minute. I want to turn it into a video call so that you can see us chilling."

Dane is a pain in the a*s. He turns the call theme into a video call theme. I saw that they are still in Scotland. My mind was raised in worry.

"Bigbro, you good? Your face sucks!"

Dane is such a bully. I barely even talk when he's around. He would ask the hell out of me.

"Don't bother. I will do the money."

"Eiiiiiiii..thanks, man!"

I hung up the call.

Who then does all this? I asked myself.

I moved from the kitchen to the sitting room. I sat down, stood up, and went to the kitchen again. I checked all the food this time. I checked the plate where fried rice was in this time and I saw a write on a paper stamped on the plate.

"I hope you enjoy the meal. This is Mildan."

My brain quickly went straight to the letter I saw in my garden yesterday night immediately I finished reading the message.

"Who is this Mildan that is stalking me?"

I asked myself. It was now becoming scary as I couldn't even remember anybody bearing Mildan. Is this person a ghost? Wtf!

I didn't even think twice.

"I think I need to broadcast it and add a little bit to help me see her. This is becoming too much. I do not care if she is a goddess. Duh!"

I dialed the manager of my Radio station site to tell them about it. Nobody knows about Flyers' Air News is another source of my Income. They only know me as a Fragrance lord.

I had even been managing this Radio station before the thought of establishing the Jilz Fragrance store. I am a Mass communication student. I studied MCommunicationtion in school as a second degree. It was the same time when I was studying Law as a course too. The Mass communication course was held online which made it easier for me to focus too in the physical Law course.

Even if I could not relate to people because of how I find myself being brought up, I knew I love the work of Mass media and I believe to be myself to own one in the future. Yes, I never worked as a media personality but I own one and I employ people in the field to come work there. Only daDadnows about this company before his death.

"Hey, Boma."

I said as he picked up the call.

"Good day, sir. "

He responded respectively. Of course, why not? Imma sacks his a*s if found rude. I'm joking. Boma is that old worker of mine that I can do anything for. The way he treats my company as if it's his needs to be studied. I appreciate him so much. There were sometime I was sick after the death of my dad and I didn't want to see anybody.

The death of my dad pissed me off and made me feel like dude, you are alone in this world. I would cry my a*s out with catarrh coming out from my nose while entering my mouth. I don't even want to see my siblings too.

My dad and my toys were they were there thereof life for me. I mean, I could barely look up to someone talking to me because I would think they wanted to lie to me and scam him. I'm that kind of kid. In that difficult time, Boma held my company down and even made it beyond the way I left it. I only go there once in a while and yes, Boma will surely secure that company greatly in my absence.

"Yes. Good day. How are you, Mr. Boma?"

"Good, sir. And you? I hope you are feeling good today?"

"I'm well. Thank you, Boma."

I said with a calm voice.

"Good to know, sir. "

"How is business?"

"Sir, it's going excellently. We've acquired more genuine listeners. Amazing brands are turning up too, sir. We bless God. Every one of our accounts is sent to your mailbox, sir. "

He said. My mind is just always at peace whenever he talks about the company. He always makes sure new things are added to the development of the brand. He's a loyal one.

"That's Good. Thank you for all you do."

"Sir, I should be the one thanking you for making sure my life is at the top every time. Without you and God, there is no this fine boy, sir."

", It's God. I have something to tell you. It's very urgent. "

", What's it, sir?"

"It's about my house. You don't need to know about it. All I want you to do is to broadcast it on our RadioStation anyone who knows 'Mildan', should report to our Radio Station branch with Mildan. There's a 20 million naira for compensation."

"Alright, boss. Isn't that money too much, boss?"

"Don't worry about it."

"Alright, sir."

I hung up the call.

I cannot imagine that people will just barge into one house like that without the owner's consent. How the heck will this piece of thing enter my abode and even cook this nonsense food with audacity? I will make sure I sue her and lock her up in the police cell for weeks.

It doesn't matter if I didn't lock the house. It's none of anybody's business. Even if it's right for me to lock the doors in my mansion I decided not to, is that supposed to prick anybody's concern?

I will make sure I use the same person as a scapegoat for others. And, it's the fact that she kept on stalking me. I do not care about her feelings for me. Like, for real I do not give two f***s. I do not want a girl. Ahh!