The fine line (episode 8) - by Zarah Writes

PART 8 The COO had seen everything that happened on Friday — the argument, the whispers, the lingering tension between us all. He noticed how Cynthia stormed off, how Tunde tried to act unbothered, how Adam barely looked at anyone. But he didn’t say a word. Everyone knew Mr. Ademola wasn’t the type to interfere. He was one of those older men who’d seen too much to be surprised by office drama. His motto was simple: “Men and women matter no dey ever finish.” Still, office policy was clear — no romantic relationships between staff. But the man himself wasn’t exactly a rule follower. He was… chill. Too chill. Until Cynthia decided to make it official. After work on Friday, she marched straight into his office and reported me.Said I ruined her “relationship” with Tunde and was now flaunting mine with Adam in the same office. She said it like she was the innocent victim, like I was some Jezebel who came to scatter the company. So, when I heard “Mr. Ademola wants to see you” on Monday morning, my heart dropped. I walked into his office, trying not to look nervous. The man looked like the dictionary definition of “wealthy Yoruba man” — early 50s, tall, dark, with a full grey beard and a wristwatch that could fund a small business. His voice was deep, calm, and annoyingly smooth. He looked up from his laptop and said, “Sit down, Zara.” I obeyed. My heart was racing. Then came that first word that carried more weight than I expected.“Why?” I frowned slightly. “Sir?” “Why would a fine, sexy, promising young woman like you be lowering your standards for these small boys?” he said, leaning forward. “You’re too classy for that nonsense.” I tried to speak, but he continued before I could even breathe.“These boys don’t know how to take care of a woman. They’ll use you, play with your feelings, and still move to the next one. You? You deserve comfort. You deserve protection. You deserve to be looked after properly.” He kept talking — saying all these things that sounded like advice but felt like temptation. His words were slow, deliberate, too personal. At some point, I stopped hearing what he was saying. I just watched his lips move. My mind drifted to the chaos I’d been through — Tunde, Cynthia, Adam, everything. Is this my body a blessing or a curse?Because it seems every man I meet turns it into a reason to forget sense. “Zara,” he called, snapping me back to reality. “Sorry, sir,” I said quickly. “I got distracted.” He smirked a little. “I can tell.” He stood up from his chair, walked to the front of his desk, and leaned against it — now facing me directly. His cologne filled the air, expensive and unsettling. “Zara,” he said again, softer this time. “You’re a beautiful woman. Smart, confident, ambitious. I like that.” I blinked, unsure where this was going. “Thank you, sir.” He smiled faintly. “I’ll be very direct with you. I like women like you around me. Loyal women. Quiet women. Women who know how to keep things private.” I froze. He continued, voice low: “Be my woman. Not publicly. Just… privately. You’ll be well taken care of. I’m talking peace of mind, financial freedom, comfort.” My throat went dry. I didn’t even know what to say. Before I could respond, I heard my phone buzz. I glanced at it.Credit alert: 1,000,000.00 NGNFrom: Ademola C. He folded his arms and said, “That’s for you to think about it. And there’s more where that came from if you decide to make the right choice.” I sat there frozen, trying not to let my shock show on my face. One million naira.For “thinking about it.” My mind was spinning. I’m still trying to move on from Tunde.Still trying to fix things with Adam.Still trying to make peace with Cynthia.And now… this? “Don’t overthink it,” he added calmly. “You’re too fine to be stressing over small boys. Think about what’s best for you.” He smiled faintly, walked back to his chair, and picked up his pen as if nothing happened. “Dismissed,” he said quietly. I stood up slowly, my legs barely steady. My heart was racing, my palms sweaty. As I stepped out of his office, my mind screamed one thing over and over: What have I gotten myself into this time?

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