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Caroline woke up feeling elated of her yet to begin today. Been confined to her room and nowhere to go has become a norm. She was becoming homesick. She needed to get out.
She hurriedly said her prayers and in no time , did her chores, took her bath and before she before her mirror, with dexterity, doing what female variety is good at.
Gaily and resolute, with head high, she stepped out. She felt on top of situation . It's going to be a good day, she said to herself. She felt privileged to this opportunity. She was going to the Ministry of Trade and Investment. She was going to stand in for her friend, Sarah who is away. Submission of proposal, moving from one office to another, talking to the powers that be as regards the bussiness. She kept rehearsing her speech when she meets the cream la cream of the ministry.
Good morning Madam, cheerfully, she said to the front desk officer.
She replied with apathy and kept on moving files on her desk.
She needed to start her adventure from an office that will give her a lead to other offices. I am here to see Mr Bassey. The front desk officer paused, then sized Caroline with her eyes as questions ran through her mind.
Who are you and why do you why want to see him?
The first question was not relevant. I am here to submit to submit a proposal.
Her hopes and rehearsal were ruined when she was told he was not in the office and an indefinite time frame of his return.
She had to divulge her identity. Madam, I want to submit this proposal on behalf of someone.
My dear, the lady started, proposals are submitted in person.
Bewildered, pleading was not an option. She had come a long way.
To help Caroline out the lady replied
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My daughter you have drop YOUR MANDATE since you are not owner of this.
Caroline smiled, Nigeria, illegal acts are never bereft of synonyms.
As she complied with few units of thousand, the lady told her to wait, he will be back in half an hour.
