I met heavens by an angel.
After calling me cute, the interviewer asked for my resume and I gave it to her. When she glanced through everything for about two minutes, she was surprised. She couldn't believe her eyes. She hadn't seen such a good profile her whole life.
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When she enquired about the job I was doing before I applied for this new role and how much they paid me, she was disappointed. She said I had been wasting talent and resources.
She took things up from there and made sure I got the job. She was like an angel sent from above.
And immediately I started work there, we became friends. We’d go for lunch breaks together and we’d meet on weekends for hangouts.
She was beautiful and independent. The type of lady many would primarily call a feminist because she was always minding her business and she never relied on anybody.
But she had a soft spot for me, she always wanted to tell me everything. It was like she wanted my opinion in everything even though I rarely suggested anything in our conversations.
And then, two months later she found me this house I am presently living in. She even paid for the rent without my consent and told me to pay later. I was bewildered. I never thought ladies like that still existed.
The interesting part about the whole situation was that we had not even started dating as at that time. We were just friends that were a little bit close.
That was how I got this house. It was a blessing when I got it but it gradually became a curse as time went by.
By next week, we’ll continue.
We’ll meet in tomorrow's newsletter.
Stay consistent,
Abayomi Johnson.❤️