Allari's POV
I walked briskly toward my car as Helen, my newly assigned personal assistant, hurried behind me, struggling to keep up with my pace.
When I reached the driver's door, I stopped and turned to face her.
"Don't even think about trying any funny business because of whatever my father told you," I said coldly. "One mistake, and you'll be fired."
My words made her shiver.
She lowered her head and replied in a trembling voice,
"Yes, sir."
I spared her one last glance before getting into my car and driving away.
It was already past eight o'clock, and I needed somewhere to unwind.
After changing into casual clothes, I headed to Cloud 9, one of the most popular clubs in Lagos. It attracted celebrities, wealthy businessmen, university students, and ordinary people alike.
Tonig
