The fine line (Episode 12) - by Zarah Writes

PART 12: Office Games At this point, juggling between Adam and Mr. Ademola had become second nature for me. I knew what to say, when to say it, and how to smile just enough to keep both sides balanced. Adam was still the sweet, caring boyfriend — bringing lunch, calling during breaks, acting like he’d found his forever girl. Meanwhile, Mr. Ademola was the danger I couldn’t resist. The one who knew the part of me I tried to hide. Tunde, on the other hand, was spiraling.He’d been acting weird for days — distracted, tense, like he was trying to figure something out. Then I heard from Cynthia that he’d tried to make out with her in his office… and failed. I almost laughed when she said it. Imagine trying to test your feelings and your own body decides not to cooperate. Man was clearly in denial. The day everything shifted, we met in the hallway — just the two of us.The corridor was quiet, the AC humming softly. He looked at me like he’d been waiting for that moment. Before I could even open my mouth, his hand was on my neck — firm, but not rough. His breath was hot against my skin when he said, “Stop playing games with me, Zara.” I froze.Not out of fear, but because of how close he was. His hand, his scent, his tone — everything screamed temptation. Then he whispered, “If you don’t want me to tell Adam what I saw, you’ll give me what I want. Right here.” I stared at him, unbothered.Then I smiled — small, slow, dangerous.“If you want to make out with me, Tunde,” I said, “you’ll ask politely. Don’t act like you can seduce me in a hallway. You’re not that fine.”I adjusted my shirt, stepped back, and walked away. Right as I turned the corner, I saw Mr. Ademola by the doorway, watching me like he already knew something had happened.“Everything okay, Zee?” he asked, voice calm but loaded.“Tunde’s disturbing me about what he saw,” I replied casually. His eyes darkened a little, but he just nodded.“Alright,” he said. “Leave that to me.” The next morning, the office group chat was chaos.Cynthia and Tunde had both received query letters — no warning, no real explanation. The stated reason? ‘Lack of seriousness and professionalism.’ Everyone was whispering about it, but nobody dared to say it out loud. Cynthia stormed into Mr. Ademola’s office first.“Sir, what’s going on? What’s the meaning of this?” she asked, voice shaking.He leaned back in his chair, barely looking up.“If you were serious enough with your job, you wouldn’t be falling in love with a man,” he said. “Not to talk of fighting Adam and Zara because of one.”She froze.“Sir, I—”“Leave my office,” he interrupted. No emotion. Just authority. She walked out almost in tears. Then it was Tunde’s turn.He walked in with that same confused look he’s been wearing for days.“Sir, with all due respect, what did I do?” he asked.Mr. Ademola smiled faintly, that kind of smile that makes your stomach tighten.“That,” he said, “is for seeing.” He paused, then added quietly, “Imagine what would happen if you try to talk.” Tunde stood there, frozen.He didn’t even know if it was a warning or a threat.He left the office without saying another word, heart pounding, mind heavy. Later that day, he walked past my desk. Our eyes met briefly — tension, confusion, something else I couldn’t read.For a moment, I thought he’d say something. But he didn’t.He just stared, like he was starting to put the pieces together. He didn’t know that the deeper he looked,the darker it got. Because in this office, nobody is innocent.Not even me. To be continued…

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