The next morning, Ada stepped out of her room in a crisp blouse and high-waist trousers. Her natural curls were pinned up, her red lipstick loud and intentional.
She walked into the kitchen and caught Dimeji mid-sip of his black coffee.
"You actually dress like that for work?" he asked, eyebrow raised.
Ada smirked. "Unlike you, I no dey dress like person wey dey attend burial every day."
He looked down at his all-black outfit and said nothing.
By 8:30 a.m., they were both inside the same office building — *StormHive Tech* — the startup shaking Lagos.
Ada wasn't just an intern. She was a digital strategist, freshly hired and already planning how to climb fast.
Dimeji?
He was the co-founder. Her *boss's boss*.
The moment she entered the conference room and saw him at the head of the table, her mouth almost dropped.
"You again?!" she whispered under her breath.
He barely glanced at her. "Glad everyone could make it."
*And just like that, her dream job became a daily battle of pride, sparks, and secrets.*