Working as a personal assistant to a powerhouse like Madam Chi wasn’t just a job; it was an adventure. Fresh out of my NYSC, I was desperate for a foothold in the corporate world.

“Come to this party with me,”

my sister urged one evening. I ignored her and continue sleeping.

“You never know who you’ll meet.”

She urged. Little did I know, that night would alter my destiny.

At the party, amidst the laughter and luxury, stood Madam Chi. She was the epitome of wealth and sophistication. Her investments were so vast, you’d think her estranged husbands owned half of Lagos.

“You’re quite the enigma. Resign anywhere you are working and resume here on Monday by 9:am. I will pay 5× what you were offered.”

she said to me, her eyes gleaming with intrigue.

“Thank you, Madam Chi. I admire your work,”

I replied, trying to keep my composure.

“Your aura is so good. Meanwhile, tell your aunty, you will be staying with me. She should go and look for another sister, you? I have st0len you.”

I didn’t know how to express my joy that day. On getting home I got a text message from my boyfriend that:

“I am sorry, you are not my type. Find yourself another man.”

Believe me, the joy in my heart swallowed the heartbr£ak. I didn’t even remember him until the next day when I tried to call him and noticed he has blocked my line.

Let’s get back to the real gist!

Madam Chi had been div0rced thrice and was now dating a young, dashing man, equally rich and charming. He was among those helping her manage her empire.

Three months into my role, Madam Chi grew increasingly fond of me. We traveled everywhere together, much to the chagrin of the other PAs who resented my proximity to her.

One fateful day, I stumbled upon a secret. Madam Chi was involved with another woman, a scandal0us affair that I discreetly recorded. That very night, she made advances towards me, which I firmly rebuffed.

“You’re making a big mistake,”

she hissed, her eyes narrowing with ang£r. The next day, I was on a flight back from Dubai, jobless and humiliat£d.

A month later, I decided to leverage my knowledge. I sent her the video. Within an hour, she was at my door, pl£ading.

“Please, don’t post it,”

she begg£d, her previous arr0gance replaced with desperati0n.

“I’ll pay you. Just delete it.”

“I want my job back, Madam Chi,”

I demanded.

She offered me a different role instead. Not just hush money but a new task.

“S£duce my husband,”

she instructed.

“I need a reason to div0rce him. I’ve met someone new. Someone better than him. Let me just say, I am tired of this marriage. I want to be my own boss.”

“Are you serious?”

I asked, stunned by her audacity.

“Very,”

she replied, her voice ice-cold.

Embracing the role she thrust upon me, I transformed into a cunning seductress. The plan worked too well.

Three months later, tabloids buzzed with news of her husband’s affair with an anonymous woman. My face was splashed across every blog; I had become an overnight celebrity.

Traveling the world with him, I experienced luxury beyond my wildest dreams. We fell in love, genuinely and deeply. He was a good man who changed my life and perspective.

Then came the day Madam Chi needed proof.

“Send me a video of you two together,” she instructed. I obliged, sending a brief clip of us in a bathtub.

“Here’s your proof,”

I texted, attaching the video.

She paid me handsomely to disappear, but unknown to her, I was already two months pregnant with her husband’s child.

Oh, I love that look on your face right now. (((Smile)))

The div0rce proceedings began, but instead of Madam Chi div0rcing her husband for infid£lity, he filed for div0rce on grounds of entrapm£nt.

One day, as we sat together in a jacuzzi at Maldives, he asked,

“How did you get involved with Madam Chi?”

“She asked me to seduce you,”

I confessed, tears welling up.

“But I fell in love instead.”

His eyes softened. He sealed it with a very passionate kiss.

“I fell in love with you too.”

Our life together flourished. We had two beautiful children, while Madam Chi remained alone. She unknowingly facilitated my journey to finding true love and happiness.

“Dear Madam Chi,”

I wrote in a final note,

“the video is still safely stored. Let’s live in peace, not in strife. You wanted to be alone, and that is what you have gotten. Alone. Sorry, boss.”

The moral of the story? The one you test your partner with might be the one who truly wants them.

THE END

Amusan Tolulope Writes