It was past four o’clock on a very sunny afternoon in Victoria Island, Lagos, when I was finally ushered into this tastefully furnished and well-arranged office. The office is a personification of the word, cozy. Everything in sight had a statement to make and they make bold statements. The ebony-dark lady at the other side of the table, dressed in dapper sky blue shirt and donning thick, black-rimmed nerd glasses motioned at me and then pointed at a black leather, well-padded seat just in front me and directly opposite her position. Her black jacket was hanging on a steel hanger just by her side not too far from a side table on which an enlarged picture of her, sat so beautifully. The white shirt she wore in the picture was so immaculate that I wondered if it was purchased for the sole purpose of that picture. Her table, the main table which had a couple of files neatly arranged at the centre effectively played the barrier between two of us.
This was the second time we would be meeting in as much as two weeks; the first time was the final leg of our interview where she drilled me until I told her it would be a privilege to work with her and learn from her wealth of experience. I just needed to say that to diffuse the tension that had built following the barrage of questions she asked that I wasn’t sure I effectively dealt with. I left that interview feeling a little depressed because I wasn’t sure I fared well. However, here I am for another interview or like they put it, ‘a chat’. I was sent to her office for the chat since I would be working with her if she gave a final nod of approval for my employment. I was a bit nervous as I walked into Miss B’s office given by last experience. I guess she noticed and decided to make our chat a little casual. The number of candidates that came for this last leg was a cut down size of the mammoth crowd that had besieged the reception area on our first two visits.
I listened to Miss B as she reeled out why I was ushered into her own office and not to the any of the offices I had gone to during the course of the first set of interviews. She mentioned to me how impressive I sounded and how I was able to convince the panellists that I was the right man for the job. I thought she was going to say something about my last interview with her but she chose not to. She was flipping through a copy of Harvard Business Review magazine that was delivered to her almost at the same time as I was stepping into her office. Miss B did not mince words as she hammered home some messages, salient messages. She spoke as if she was going to select me for the job. I remember my heart began to beat faster than it was beating when I walked into her office.
Miss B heads the Strategy Department of this multinational company and I was supposed to be employed to assist her; to do strategy, precisely. She did not waste any time in letting me know how tasking my job was going to be if I was considered. You will understand what I mean by the time you must have gone through your Job’s description. That was a hint that I had been selected for the job. However, she quickly promised me that I was in for some interesting career journey if I proved my worth and reward the confidence the panellists and herself reposed in me.
The discussion didn’t last long; if my memory serves me right, I guess it ended after about thirty minutes or thereabout. Miss B lifted the table phone and informed whoever was at the other end that she was done with me. A lady opened the door of Miss B’s office; she’d barely walked in when she instructed me to follow her. I followed the lady to where later I found out upon arrival to be the office the Talent Management Director. After some minutes, I was subsequently driven to a clinic where some medical tests were carried out; the type employees are subjected before employment. A week later, my offer letter arrived. I was over the moon.
To cut my story short, I slept with Miss B on the second week of resumption of duty; I will not bore you with the details of how it happened but it happened and that was the beginning of my ordeal.
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