SEVENTEEN~

DERA.

"Hey you." I say softly walking into his office. Dami looks up at me, a broad smile immediately appearing on his face. He leaves what he was busy doing on his MacBook now fixing his attention on me.

  For the past weeks, it's been like this for Dami and I. We enrolled Damola in a new school so the driver took him to school in the mornings and picked him up from school. Most times I go with the Driver to pick him up from school. We normally leave the house early so I could make a quick stop at Dami's office. Dropping lunch for him and also spend a little extra time with him.

I used to think Damola was a very quiet boy and he didn't like to talk too much because he was still getting used to the sudden changes which is partly true but the kid refuses to talk to Dami Which was really strange.

  He talks to me alot and that's because I have enough time for him. In fact, I've gotten so used to him that the kid has me w