Eight Days
Bisola frowned and realized that a lot of things are looking so odd, beginning from the message on her phone, she got a job without even application for it, her former boss let her go, even when she barely have her former job as Sales Girl, her former boss recommended her without even knowing her very well.
“Why do I feel that everything since my employment here was a plan?” Bisola asked still frowning.
Madam Arinola checked her wristwatch. “Took you over One hundred and Seventy Nine Hour to realized that it is.” Madam Arinola scoffed again. “You indeed was a genius just as my Friend said you are.”
Bisola fold her two arms together. “Ma’am, tell me what you did?”
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