CredoLadies with Sabella
I am the boss and now I have fired him.
“Who does he think he is? Does he think because he has got the height then he is bigger than everyone else in this office? Is he the first to graduate from a British university? Why does he think he can decline what I want? As long as I remain the boss here, I will be the one to call the shots and Sanders or what ever he calls himself should not dare to spite me” I could not take it any longer and I must address the issue once and for all. The fact that I am a woman doesn’t imply any one can toy with me. I know my worth, I always go for the best, I always achieve results and I will not fail in this.
I was quite fortunate to have started my career in telecoms at a very young age immediately after I graduated at an even younger age. With the advent of deregulation in the telecommunication sector in Nigeria , competition not only came with price war to attract and retain customer loyalty; staff poaching was very rampant too. I was a sales manager with ECONET who got poached by MTN and offered the post of AGM Corporate clients. I had a network of blue chips and their executives on my clientele. I was based in Lagos however Globacom needed someone with my records but with the caveat of moving up North to oversea the development of the North Central market. For that, at a tender age of 28 I was offered the position of a General Manager for that region. I also had an added responsibility of overseeing an inroad into French West Africa since I had a very good knowledge of French language. Life can never be better, the luxury of wealth I have but the luxury of time I lacked.
My social status also surged with various economic and political gladiators mostly older rich men falling over me. In my organization I was respected by all and obeyed by many, even my own bosses had to give it to me because I am a star performer. When Sanders came in as an intern I had my reservations when I was told he will be hired for my region and even work directly in my office. I had my reservations for these rich kids who think their parents can use their connections and open all doors for them. I became very demanding on Sanders. Though we didn’t get along very well the more I drove him the more he delivered on his given tasks, but always he had this mischievous smile on his face as if to scorn at my femininity or to tell me that I as a lady should not have got to where I was. The snag was that no matter how hard I pushed him, he never gets to the level of loosing his cool or talking back at me. He is always cool, calm and collected. He goes ahead to dare all norms and we got better results; this made it impossible for me to castigate him.
No matter my career drive, my corporate goals or my societal flair I remain a woman at heart. I am a woman who craves for, a woman who yearns for, a woman who feels and who wants to be felt. I remain strong in the board room and stronger in the market place where competition teaches you to be relentless but at heart I remain delicate. I am a woman who wants to give my all; but not just give because I need to be taken. The dilemma here is Sanders never sees me as a woman but a boss. He doesn’t see me as a lady but as a go getter who is only interested in driving her team to achieve and achieve more. I believe he must think I traded my heart for results. His looks gradually began to pierce my soul, his shoulders look exactly like the place I need to rest my fatigued body and his hands; I day dream of what those hands can do to a woman’s body. My challenge is making him look at me differently as a lady who could be his woman. I have to fire him up and make myself the only one available to quench that fire.
I sent the driver to get us two cups of ice cream as we drove out of a client’s office, behind the dark walls of the tinted glass in a flash I planted a deep kiss, and so deep my tongue felt the walls of his throat. I looked deeper into his cool eyes and moaned softly; “Sanders do not ever say No to me on this, this is not about being the boss; this is my heart, my life which we can make ours.” Before he could reply I squeezed him the hardest and he let out a soft moan and he kissed me back with so much energy I went out of breath. Now that I have fired him and the driver is back on the wheels, I asked him to drive us to my place and close for the day. Thankfully Sanders remained mute and I took his silence for consent. Finally I can’t wait to quench the fire I have ignited both in him and in me. I have fired him.
SamuelStephenWakdok 28062011
