Chapter Three; Grossly Unprofessional.

Femi POV

I walked into the conference room behind Kola who was practically running at this point. I shook my head. Kola was just acting serious because Tunde was here. He was the one dragging feet while we were coming.

"It's about time you two showed up. Lazy ass niggas" Tunde said with a smirk. He was the most serious among us but he couldn't stay mad at us for long. That's how we were, we were brothers.

"Don't look at me, ask Femi why we're late" Kola the idiot said making Tunde give me a stern look. I looked away, my eyes going around the room to avoid this conversation until they landed on something.

Or rather, Someone.

I didn't notice her before. She was the exact definition of beauty. Unlike anything I've ever seen. Very fair skin, long raven black hair and big chestnut brown eyes. I couldn't take my eyes off her. 

She was a goddess.

I could feel my soul connect to her and I knew. She would not be a victim of the pact. I would bend the world over to make sure she never got hurt by anyone most of all, by me.

She looked at me and then shyly lowered her head, looking at her beautiful hands on the table.

How could someone be so beautiful.

"Femi, Femi!!!" I heard my friends call simultaneously. I arranged my posture and looked at both of them who were already seated.

"Come and sit down let's go through this one more time before Mr Shawn comes in." Tunde said to me and I went to sit beside him.

As I sat, my eyes met hers again and she quickly looked down. So innocent. So beautiful. There was something about her. I wasn't sure but I knew my soul wanted to be close to hers. I knew I wouldn't rest till I had her. She had sucked me into her world.

I decided to ask Tunde who she was since they were together before we came. "Who's this?" I asked him.

He looked up at her and looked at me with wide eyes. "That's Amarachi, Mr Shawn's assistant." He said, stressing more on 'Mr Shawn'

I looked at her again. She looked mortified. I wanted to smile. She was perfect.

I knew what Tunde was insinuating. We couldn't risk going after her because we don't know how deep her relationship was with her boss. She might be his relative or his girlfriend or he's just fucking her. At this point, I don't care.

I wanted her and I would have her.

"Femi. Earth to Femi" I heard Kola's voice which jolted me back to reality. 

I turned to face Kola "Kola, were you saying something?" I asked him. I genuinely didn't know what was going on in the room anymore.

"Yes please get your head out of the clouds and focus" Kola almost snapped. Kola was the most carefree amongst the three of us but he's reasonable when it comes to things like this. We made it a point never to fuck our client's assistant. We were all about chasing the bag and nothing more.

But Amarachi was different. When I saw her I didn't feel the need to fuck her and dump her. I didn't even want to. I just wanted her near me. Close to me. For a very long time.

"Forget it bro.." Tunde whispered in my ear making me face him "Not gonna happen" he completed, shaking his head at me.

Fuck it.

I was going to get her. No matter what.

A few moments after, Mr Shawn, the CEO of Kechi industries walked into the room and we stood up to greet him. His strides were meant to be intimidating but they unfortunately weren't because it's us. The Yoruba Demons. CEOs are intimidated by us.

"Gentlemen, it's so good to see you" Mr Shawn said, beaming at us. "The pleasure is all ours sir" I replied for the rest of the group as he gave us handshakes.

"Sit down please" he said sitting at the head of the table while my friends and I sat down in our previous seats. I saw that Amarachi had brought out a tablet and was seated upright now that her boss was here. I didn't know if it was just me or she did become more beautiful than before.

I decided to take my eyes off her for the duration of the meeting even though it was quite difficult. I didn't want to get distracted.

"So shall we begin"

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"Nice doing business with you sir" I said giving Mr Shawn a handshake. I waited for him to finish the pleasantries with my guys before we headed out.

Mr Shawn loved our proposal for his factories and he also liked the fact that the three of us were going to handle the job ourselves being that I was the engineer, Kola was the project manager and Tunde was the architect. It was perfect. And also, reputation precedes us.

He didn't hesitate to sign the contract. More thanks to Tunde's negotiating skills. 

As we headed out, I wanted to make sure I spoke to Amarachi before leaving. I didn't know what to expect but I had a strong feeling that she wouldn't be able to resist my charm.

When we got to the elevator, Mr Shawn bade us farewell and whispered something in his assistant's ear before he walked away. Amarachi turned towards me and stopped. Fear was evident in her eyes.

"Femi, come let's go now" Tunde complained.

"You can go, I'll catch up" I told them and I heard them hiss in displeasure as the elevator closed behind me.

I smiled at Amarachi, walking closer to her spot and stopping right in front of her.

"I'm Femi" I introduced, holding out my hand for her to take. She however, looked down at my hand and back at my face with a stone cold expression.

"Oh I know exactly who you are. What can I help you with sir?" She spat. She acted like I'd wronged her in some way even though I was sure I'd never met her in my life. She tried to look respectful but her words carried venom. And at that moment something that had never happened to me before took place.

My heart raced. Because of a woman.

I became a nervous wreck in that instant, I could feel the wetness in my palms and my forehead.

Why is this happening to me?

Where did my confidence suddenly go.

"Sir?" She called and I looked at her.

"Yes?" I answered awkwardly.

She studied me for a moment and replied "What can I help you with?"

I tried to regain composure. "First, don't call me sir. My name is Femi"

"That will be grossly unprofessional sir." She replied, giving me a stone cold glare. Her eyes held resentment of some kind. I still didn't know what to make of it.

"I insist Amarachi. Call me Femi." I said flashing her my award wining smile that girls trip for. But she didn't seem fazed one bit.

Abi I've lost my charm.

"Okay, Femi" she said like she would choke if she called my first name. I smirked.

"So where are you from. You look like you're half-caste" I asked. A very stupid question by the way. Didn't know what was wrong with me but I decided to go with it.

"I'm half Lebanese. If that will be all Femi I have work to do." She declared.

She was a hard nut to crack. I never had to work this hard with other girls.

"Can I at least have your number? I'd love to talk to you later" I asked. 

I felt like face palming. OLUFEMI!!!!

She chuckled in amusement. "My number ke??? So you can use and dump me the way you've been doing to other girls around Lagos?" She said eyeing me up and down.

I felt a pang in my chest at her words. No wonder she had been looking at me with disdain. She knew me. From the blogs no doubt. For the first time in my years of being a Yoruba demon, I felt regret.

I was lost for words. Nothing I could say would change her mind. I just stood there staring at her.

"If you don't mind, I have work to do." She spat and walked away from me, going towards the stairwell.

Did she just....

Dear Lord ...

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