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Bassey looked down at the spreadsheet and mused over the figures for a moment, as if he understood what he was looking at. He wasn’t quite sure what exactly what he was looking at, but from what he could gather from her words he knew that the outcome of the situation was not a good one. He choked a moment on his reply as he felt the grip of anxiety and fear parch his throat. A sudden attack of itchiness also crawled over his skin like a million tiny spiders, causing him to nearly jump out of his skin, as he almost bounded from his chair. Only to quickly sit down again, unsure of how to react to something like this. Why did he want this job again? He asked himself silently.
“So what do you think, sir? Do you think you can do something about this? What would be our best course of action?” Temi pelted him with her questions in an almost rapid-fire method that seemed to overwhelm him. He nervously rubbed his forehead and the stubble that he could feel peeking through the pores of his chin and jawline. Bassey tried to calm himself with the delightful smell of lavender that had begun to waft into his nostrils. He looked around for a second to see where it was coming from, then realized to his surprise that Miss Chikwelu’s hair must have been the source. This also surprisingly made him happy in this tense moment. With his renewed calm, at the expense of her great shampoo, he felt he could collect his faculties and solve the problem.
“You said you were from first floor, right?” Bassey began by asking. He felt like a man cautiously walking through a field of live land mines praying not to set one off.
“Yes, sir. I am a first-floor accounting analyst.” Temi confirmed, standing upright from her leaning position over him. Her face read that she felt she had been standing perhaps too close to him. But he didn’t mind at all. She was relatively attractive and he would have preferred a woman to be leaning over him, than one of those smelly overbearing oafs that he usually found presenting these sort of things to him.
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