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He gave me a plastic chair to sit on. I waited for ten minutes before the Office Assistant came. I followed him up to the first floor. Even then, I had to wait at the Secretary's office to await madam. 

The Secretary came in twenty minutes after eight. Madam had told her about me, for as soon as I introduced myself, she became very respectful.

   'I'm sorry for coming late,' she apologized. 'Madam has talked about you. Please, let me take you to your office.'

  I followed her to the passage and to an office. It was evident Madam's company occupied the whole floor. Many of the offices were locked and it was either that they were yet to be used or their occupants had not come.

  My office was cool and comfortable.  I surveyed the place and liked what I saw. The glass desk and the swivel, leather seat looked and smelt new.

As a matter of fact, everything in the office looked new. It was few minutes to nine when the secretary came to tell me madam had come and would like to see me.

   I got up from my seat.

   'Sorry, I didn't get your name the other time,' I said.

   She smiled. She was fair in complexion and was probably in her early thirties.

   'Oh,' she said. 'I'm Mandy Oroh.'

   'Miss, or Mrs.?'

   'Miss, please.'

   I followed her to madam's office, which was right after Mandy's own.

   'Good morning, madam,' I greeted as soon as I entered her office. It was a big office with exquisite furniture and modern office equipment.

There were some trophies on a large board. I could also see her picture and a picture of her husband.

   She smiled up at me. 'Morning, Alex. How do you do?'

   'Fine ma'am. Thank you, ma'am.'

   'Sit down.'

   I sat down on one of the comfortable leather chairs facing her. Mandy took her leave.

   'How d'you find your new office?' she asked.

   'Very cool, nice and comfortable, ma'am.'  

   'You like it?'

   What a question! It was like asking somebody if he liked comfort.

   'Sure, I like it.'

   She nodded. 'Now, let's get down to work.'  

   She briefed me on what to do in starting my new task. She also called Mandy and instructed her to hand over some files to me. Soon, I was introduced to the senior staff members of the company, including the General Manager, Operations and Logistics Manager, and others.  

  The job was quite hectic, I must say, but I was enjoying it. I was not the kind of person that ran away from hard-work. I never knew Madam was such a busy woman.

Her schedules were tight, and I was now part of the planning. We visited many corporate offices and places together, apart from holding several meetings. I had spent many days at work before I discovered there was an office adjoining madam's own which served as the board-room.

In no time, Madam B earned my respect as a smart and an astute business woman.



After I had spent two weeks on the job, madam said she would be travelling to Abuja on business and I was to accompany her. She said it could be for two or three days. I told Enny about it and she revisited her reservations.

   'So, you and madam alone in Abuja, eh?'

  'Come on, my dear. There is no one but you.' I had to say some other sweet and assuring words before I could rest-assure her.



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After I had spent two weeks on the job, madam said she would be travelling to Abuja on business and I was to accompany her. She said it could be for two or three days. I told Enny about it and she revisited her reservations.

'So, you and madam alone in Abuja, eh?'

'Come on, my dear. There is no one but you.' I had to say some other sweet and assuring words before I could rest-assure her.

We went by the late afternoon flight to Abuja, and we travelled by first class cabin. While on the flight, we sat side by side. Madam brought a small Bible and read. I could see that she read from the book of Psalms. It was obvious she had some phobia.

Madam said she preferred to rest for hours after the flight before seeing people officially the following morning. From the Nnamdi Azikiwe airport, we chartered a cab to a five-star hotel.

Under instruction from madam, I had earlier called the hotel to book for a suite. We checked into the hotel suite, the porter helping with madam's valise. It was a very comfortable suite. I must confess this was the first time I would be lodging in a five-star hotel in my life.

After the porter had left and after madam had settled down, I took my small bag.

'I want to go downstairs, ma'am, to book a room.'

'For who?'

'For myself, ma'am.'

She smiled. 'This suite has a lounging-room, a large bedroom, another small bedroom and two bathrooms, en-suite. You can take the other bedroom and there's no need for renting a room again.'

I was thinking very fast. That meant I would be sleeping not far away from madam.

'Relax, Alex,' she went on. 'Go and drop your bag in the other room. This place will conveniently contain us.'

'Yes, ma'am.'

'There's another thing, Alex. You've not been properly addressing me.'

I looked surprised.

'Yes. The ''madam'' stuff is okay in the official setting, not in a private place like this.'

I nodded. 'Yes, ma'am.'

'So, drop the ma'am. Call me mummy.'

I could not help the smile that came on my face.

'Yes, ma'am, I mean, mummy.'

She smiled. 'That's my boy.'

Her saying that made me feel so small, but then, I had no choice than to accept her nomenclature. There was a rap at the door. I went to see who it was. The room service had brought the dishes madam ordered for.
I opened the door wide for the food trolley to be wheeled inside. The hotel staffer soon left us. Madam went on to change into a bumper shot and t-shirt.

She even looked much younger now. Her bare torso and legs were smooth and free from slabs of fat. One very commendable thing about her was that she had managed to look trim, despite all the affluence around her. She must really be keeping a disciplined diet.

I set the food tray on the table by the sofa. She had ordered for pounded yam and egusi soup grilled with snail and fried turkey.

She washed her hands in the washing bowl provided.

'O ya, come and sit down. Let's eat.'
'Thank you mummy. I'm not hungry for now.'

She looked at me curiously. 'You don't expect that I alone will eat all these, do you?'

'I will eat later. It's just that with the snacks I took aboard, I'm not hungry for now.'

She nodded. 'Okay.'

When the air hostess was serving the passengers, madam had declined to be served. I had gladly taken the sausage beef.
While she ate, I sat on another sofa.

I made my attention be focused on the flat screen in the room The cabled news channel was beaming a breaking international news.

Madam used the table knife to cut off part of the pounded yam and put it in a separate plate. She also used spoon to scoop some soup in another plate. She told me that was my portion. In between, her phones were ringing and I was the one receiving the calls on her behalf. Madam was not only wealthy but connected. Her callers included the movers and shakers of the society.

After she had finished eating, we planned for our intinary for the following day. First, she had an appointment to see the Minister of State for Petroleum. After, she would be seeing the Perm. Sec. in the same Ministry. The day after that day, she would be meeting some business partners and managers. So, she had a busy schedule.

We chatted on other matters thereafter. She did most of the talking, revealing some of her private matters. I was the good listener that was making the appropriate interjections and responses.

About seven p.m, she asked if I could help her to massage her feet. I answered in the affirmative. She went to her bag and brought a lotion.


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We chatted on other matters thereafter. She did most of the talking, revealing some of her private matters. I was the good listener that was making the appropriate interjections and responses.

   About seven p.m, she asked if I could help her to massage her feet. I answered in the affirmative. She went to her bag and brought a lotion.

   'I usually use this lotion to massage the legs.'

   'No, problem, mummy.' I collected the lotion from her. She placed her legs on the sofa while I sat next to her feet. I had helped Enny to massage her thighs and back in the past, so, I was not strange to doing this kind of thing.

I rubbed the lotion on my palms and ran my hands over her legs. She closed her eyes and I imagined what was going on in her mind.

   I did the massaging to the best of my ability, from her knees to her ankles and the feet.

   'That was good,' she commented. 'You did it like a professional.'

   'Well, I just tried in my little way.'

   'You did very well.' She smiled and nodded as she sat up on the sofa . 'I want to ask you a personal question.'

   I smiled too. 'You can ask any question, mummy.'

   'Have you had a sugar mummy before?'

   The smile on my face became a grimace. What a question! Had her daughter not asked something quite similar to that before? Then, I had parried it. This time around, I must answer it.

   I shook my head. 'No, I've never had the experience.'

   She smiled again. 'Do you really see me as your sugar mummy?'

   The question came like a whiplash. Why was she asking all these? What did she herself take me for? Ever since she mentioned intimacy, had we really been intimate? Did she herself not  set the bar on how far things could go? Was she just teasing me or was she playing on my emotion?

   'I don't see you as sugar mummy, or anything close to that,' I blurted out. 'Rather I see you as my benefactor.'

   She nodded as if that was the answer she expected.

   ‘I'm sorry the way I tested you.'

    I was surprised again. 'Tested me? How?'

    She chucked. 'I tested you when I suggested intimacy. I never had that plan.'

    I opened my mouth in shock. 'You mean all that was a test? That all that you said was a test,  all this while?'

    She tapped the sofa she was sitting on. 'Come over here.'


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Dear writer, the suspense is getting long, kindly reduce it. You have my full attention... more knowledge

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We chatted on other matters thereafter. She did most of the talking, revealing some of her private matters. I was the good listener that was making the appropriate interjections and responses.

   About seven p.m, she asked if I could help her to massage her feet. I answered in the affirmative. She went to her bag and brought a lotion.

   'I usually use this lotion to massage the legs.'

   'No, problem, mummy.' I collected the lotion from her. She placed her legs on the sofa while I sat next to her feet. I had helped Enny to massage her thighs and back in the past, so, I was not strange to doing this kind of thing.

I rubbed the lotion on my palms and ran my hands over her legs. She closed her eyes and I imagined what was going on in her mind.

   I did the massaging to the best of my ability, from her knees to her ankles and the feet.

   'That was good,' she commented. 'You did it like a professional.'

   'Well, I just tried in my little way.'

   'You did very well.' She smiled and nodded as she sat up on the sofa . 'I want to ask you a personal question.'

   I smiled too. 'You can ask any question, mummy.'

   'Have you had a sugar mummy before?'

   The smile on my face became a grimace. What a question! Had her daughter not asked something quite similar to that before? Then, I had parried it. This time around, I must answer it.

   I shook my head. 'No, I've never had the experience.'

   She smiled again. 'Do you really see me as your sugar mummy?'

   The question came like a whiplash. Why was she asking all these? What did she herself take me for? Ever since she mentioned intimacy, had we really been intimate? Did she herself not  set the bar on how far things could go? Was she just teasing me or was she playing on my emotion?

   'I don't see you as sugar mummy, or anything close to that,' I blurted out. 'Rather I see you as my benefactor.'

   She nodded as if that was the answer she expected.

   ‘I'm sorry the way I tested you.'

    I was surprised again. 'Tested me? How?'

    She chucked. 'I tested you when I suggested intimacy. I never had that plan.'

    I opened my mouth in shock. 'You mean all that was a test? That all that you said was a test,  all this while?'

    She tapped the sofa she was sitting on. 'Come over here.'


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We chatted on other matters thereafter. She did most of the talking, revealing some of her private matters. I was the good listener that was making the appropriate interjections and responses.

   About seven p.m, she asked if I could help her to massage her feet. I answered in the affirmative. She went to her bag and brought a lotion.

   'I usually use this lotion to massage the legs.'

   'No, problem, mummy.' I collected the lotion from her. She placed her legs on the sofa while I sat next to her feet. I had helped Enny to massage her thighs and back in the past, so, I was not strange to doing this kind of thing.

I rubbed the lotion on my palms and ran my hands over her legs. She closed her eyes and I imagined what was going on in her mind.

   I did the massaging to the best of my ability, from her knees to her ankles and the feet.

   'That was good,' she commented. 'You did it like a professional.'

   'Well, I just tried in my little way.'

   'You did very well.' She smiled and nodded as she sat up on the sofa . 'I want to ask you a personal question.'

   I smiled too. 'You can ask any question, mummy.'

   'Have you had a sugar mummy before?'

   The smile on my face became a grimace. What a question! Had her daughter not asked something quite similar to that before? Then, I had parried it. This time around, I must answer it.

   I shook my head. 'No, I've never had the experience.'

   She smiled again. 'Do you really see me as your sugar mummy?'

   The question came like a whiplash. Why was she asking all these? What did she herself take me for? Ever since she mentioned intimacy, had we really been intimate? Did she herself not  set the bar on how far things could go? Was she just teasing me or was she playing on my emotion?

   'I don't see you as sugar mummy, or anything close to that,' I blurted out. 'Rather I see you as my benefactor.'

   She nodded as if that was the answer she expected.

   ‘I'm sorry the way I tested you.'

    I was surprised again. 'Tested me? How?'

    She chucked. 'I tested you when I suggested intimacy. I never had that plan.'

    I opened my mouth in shock. 'You mean all that was a test? That all that you said was a test,  all this while?'

    She tapped the sofa she was sitting on. 'Come over here.'


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'You did very well.' She smiled and nodded as she sat up on the sofa . 'I want to ask you a personal question.'

I smiled too. 'You can ask any question, mummy.'

'Have you had a sugar mummy before?'

The smile on my face became a grimace. What a question! Had her daughter not asked something quite similar to that before? Then, I had parried it. This time around, I must answer it.

I shook my head. 'No, I've never had the experience.'

She smiled again. 'Do you really see me as your sugar mummy?'

The question came like a whiplash. Why was she asking all these? What did she herself take me for? Ever since she mentioned intimacy, had we really been intimate? Did she herself not set the bar on how far things could go? Was she just teasing me or was she playing on my emotion?

'I don't see you as sugar mummy, or anything close to that,' I blurted out. 'Rather I see you as my benefactor.'

She nodded as if that was the answer she expected.

I'm sorry the way I tested you.'

I was surprised again. 'Tested me? How?'

She chucked. 'I tested you when I suggested intimacy. I never had that plan.'

I opened my mouth in shock. 'You mean all that was a test? That all that you said was a test, all this while?'

She tapped the sofa she was sitting on. 'Come over here.'

I went to sit by her side. I was so close to her that our shoulders were almost rubbing.

'I needed to do that testing,' she continued. 'I wanted to know if you had moral scrupples or not. Well, congratulations. You passed the test and here we are.'

I found what she was saying incredible. I wished she was joking and I could discern some facetious intent. Unfortunately, I could not.

'But, what if I had said yes to your proposition?' I asked.

She shook her head as if it was a weighty question. 'My dear Alex, if you had said yes, I would have paid you off as the lesson teacher of Sophia, and that would have been the end of my acquaintance with you.'

I was astonished again. Wonderful! This Madam B was a woman of wonders! Again, I tried to see if she was just playing on words. She was not. Madam Bimpe Da Rocha was a seriuos minded person who barely had time for puns or jokes.


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