He closed his eyes and simultaneously shouted, "Get the hell out of here!" The girl was startled, trembling. He shouted again, "Out of my office!" She hurriedly left the office. He clicked his tongue, picked up the landline phone, and dialed a number. In his resonant voice, he said, "Anas, I need another secretary." Without waiting for a response, he hung up the phone, clicked his tongue again, and started typing on the laptop in front of him.

"Ene, what happened?" A young man asked the girl who was organizing files while wiping her tears. She looked at him with red eyes but said nothing and continued her work.

Gently, he said, "Please stop crying, I'll talk to him." He walked into the largest office in the company.

He was still working, so when he heard the door open, he didn't look up. He knew only one person could enter his office so abruptly.

"What exactly is your problem? Can't you be patient and tolerant with people for once? What did she do to you?"

He didn't respond for over two minutes and didn't look up.

"Najeeb, I'm talking to you."

Only then did he look up with his handsome face and said, "Oh, I thought you were here to complain."

He pulled a chair and sat down, then looked at Najeeb and asked, "What's her problem?"

As if waiting for this, Najeeb started ranting, "The girl is so dumb. Imagine, I gave her a report yesterday, and she didn't do it, claiming she forgot. Today, I gave her another one, and she messed it up..."

"That's enough; you don't need to finish. I know how it ends. What do you want to do now?"

"Change her. Maybe this time, bring a male secretary."

"As if that's a solution. The two secretaries before her were men, and you fired them too."

Najeeb frowned slightly and said, "Look, dude, you know how much I love my work. You either work perfectly or leave. I don't tolerate nonsense."

"I understand, we'll find someone else. But Najeeb, this time, please be patient with whoever it is."

"Alright, Anas, I agree. What else?"

Anas laughed and said, "Whatever you say, Engineer."

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She was on the phone when she stopped the tricycle. After sitting down, she said, "Muda-Lawal," and continued her call, mostly complaining.

After ending the call, she looked at the tricycle driver and asked, "How much?"

"One hundred and fifty," he replied, focusing on his driving.

"Have you started robbing people now?"

The driver, irritated, said, "I don't understand your words."

"If I give you eighty, will you rob me for the rest?"

"Honestly, if you can't pay one hundred and twenty, get off," he said, slowing down.

"Come and make me get off then."

The driver stopped the tricycle, "Get off; I'm not going for eighty naira."

"The world and its children. If I get off this tricycle, I'll become a pestle," she shouted at him, "Will you drive or not!"

The man beside her said, "Driver, let's go; I'll pay the fare."

Only then did she look at the man. He was a young man, probably between twenty-nine and thirty. She said, "Busybody. Did anyone tell you not to pay the one hundred and fifty?"

"May God give you patience," he said, looking away because of her intense gaze.

"I won't tell you my name, nor will I give you my number because I know that's why you're meddling."

He smiled without looking at her. The driver continued driving, and the man occasionally stole glances at her, but she was focused on her phone. Eventually, she noticed him staring. She quickly looked up and said, "Mister, you're staring too much. If your eyes don't fall out, I'll pluck them out myself."

The driver burst into laughter, amazed at the girl's fierceness.

When they reached her stop, she took out two hundred naira and handed it to the driver, "Give me one hundred and twenty." The driver said, "The gentleman paid your fare."

"Keep the change," she said, putting her money back in her purse.

She walked towards the park, still on the phone, amidst the noise of the bus station.

"Please, young lady, listen to me," she heard someone say behind her. She turned around slowly.