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What are you thinking?

-Nothing. -No.

Clearly you're thinking about something.

Ah, Otunba.

You're such a sensitive man, eh?

If only all African men were like you.

Would you just tell me what you want to tell me?

Oh, Otunba.

She's always here.

Huh? She's always here.

You know...

I cannot pretend that I wasn't married once.

But you know I love you,

and I'll do everything within my power to convince you.

Mm, I know. I know it's true. But, uh...

I want you to love me like you love her.

Eh?

Is there something else, Peju?

-Are you a prophet?

I'm just just a man lying in bed next to a woman

with plenty of ideas in her head.

It's just that I don't think

Dere would accept me into this family.

-No. Habba. -Huh?

Dere thinks highly of you.

I know, I know. I know she respects me.

But... she doesn't accept me. Eh?

-Okay.

-Maybe I should talk to her. -Uh-uh. Mm-mm.

No. Don't do that.

It's my own problem. I will sort it out.

Okay.

But, you know, these things, they take time.

Yes. I know.

-Ah. Otunba. -Hmm?

Did you hear the latest about Petromol Industries?

Petromol? In Ibadan?

Ah, now, the same one.

Chief came to the shop yesterday and gave me the latest.

I wonder where that man gets all his information from.

Uh, Otunba, don't underestimate a man like Chief.

That man has people in different kinds of places.

I don't believe him. I don't believe anything from Chief.

Hey, beautiful.

It's me.

Fancy breakfast in bed?

Ten years ago, the chairman decided he wanted to expand the business,

so they brought in a business graduate as CEO and not a family member.

-Do you understand? -Mm-hmm.

That's standard practice now if you have to expand your business.

-Uh, standard practice? -Mm-hmm.

He turned the board against the man. Eh?

They all did nothing but to take that company away from him.

-Petromol Industries? That's impossible.

You're the businessman. Do the research now.

I will.

Fifty years of wahala, of suffering.

God forbid we lose everything that we have worked for all our lives

into the hands of a stranger, eh?

Oh, Otunba, I am going to the shop, eh?

I have a container that is coming in today that I have to collect.

All right. Uh, I'll see you later.

No problem.

Do you want to go out later tonight?

You know, this container business might take a long time, so I might be back late.

But don't worry. When I get back, I'll take care of you. Eh?

Otunba.

Peju, Peju.

-Peju, Peju. -Eh?

Well.

All right.

-Thank you, sir. -Okay.

-Um, Gabriel. -Otunba?

Um...

Have you heard any rumors about Petromol?

Petromol?

I know they listed on the stock exchange about three years ago,

and their stock has become quite valuable.

I-- I hear they had some kind of management shuffle a few months ago.

Mm.

How about the chief, Chief Madekan, the founder of the business?

I think he's retired,

though he's still acting chairman of the board.

Just in name only.

He has turned over the reins of the company to his son.

His son? No.

His son doesn't know the first thing about business.

He has a place on the board at the insistence of the chairman,

but he has no real influence.

How come you know so much about the company?

Oh, I invested in their shares, Otunba.

And so I know everything there is to know about Petromol.

-All right. -Thank you, sir.

Sarah, you got my message?

No, you shouldn't have given him my number.

What a liar. Of course we're not back together.

You'd be the first to know, wouldn't you?

Anyway, how's George?

You're kidding. You're engaged? Oh, congratulations!

Oh, no. No, my dad is really distracted at the moment,

so he isn't insisting I drag anyone down the aisle just yet.

No, but it's coming.

You really must tell me when you're getting married.

I'd love to be there, of course.

No, no one just yet.

Unfortunately, the guys here seem to think that a girl comes to a bar

just to be harassed.

It's pathetic really.

I'll talk to you tomorrow. Okay then. Bye.

Peju.

Hmm?

You know, I'm thinking.

Hmm?

I'm not getting any younger.

So I think it would be a good idea

if we begin to make plans for the future.

Ah. Otunba, why are you talking like this?

You are scaring me-o.

No, no, no, no, no.

I'm not thinking of dying or any of that.

It's just that I'm thinking, be more proactive. You know?

-Just-- -Ah, look, look.

Is this about the thing we talked about, the Petromol thing?

Oh. That's old news.

-Look, when I tell you something-- -Peju, Peju, Peju.

Just listen to me. Okay?

A man should be able to leave, uh, a legacy,

some inheritance for his children.

You're serious about this.

Of course I'm serious, Peju.

I'm even beginning to make proper plans for you

and our girls.

Oh, Otunba, I don't like this conversation.

Eh?

Our Dere-- Dere should start work in the company.

She's finishing her youth service this year.

She should be beginning to learn how to work in that business.

Uh...

Well, if that's what she wants.

I think it's a good idea that you are introducing her to the company. Abi?

You know we're not going to be here forever.

We have to leave something behind for the children now.

Mm. Otunba.

You're such a generous man, eh?

No, I just think I am practical.

And I want that business that I built with my hands to survive me.

You mean, survive us.

To survive us. Of course.

Of course. Of course.

So, Femi.

Hmm?

How do you see Ndira and Amira?

What kind of question is that now?

You know I see them as my own blood.

Mm. Are you sure?

Have I done anything at all to-- to doubt it?

Huh?

No. No.

But, you know, it's very hard for a man

to take on another man's children as his own.

Peju...

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I think it's a good idea to introduce Dere to the business, huh?

-Yeah? -Yes.

I think it's also a good idea to introduce your other daughters to the business.

-Hmm? Abi? -Yeah.

-Yes. -As directors.

Because, you know, Ndira-- Ndira studied English.

She's now a PA to an investment banker.

And Amira-- Amira studied business administration.

She's now in school to get her MBA.

She's a very intelligent and smart woman. Eh? Like her mother.

You know...

I, uh-- I totally agree with you.

That's a great idea to secure the future of the family,

-the-- the business. -Mm-hmm.

Ah. Your daughters will be happy-o.

Yeah, but, um, no favors.

Credentials must be submitted to the human resources department,

but I will vet them.

As long as Human Resources does not dictate to the boss

what he's supposed and supposed not to do, abi?

Uh-huh.

Ah, Femi.

For the first time since I moved in...

I finally feel like I belong.

Hmm?

I feel like a partner.

No longer-- I no longer feel like hand luggage.

Mmm.

I'm going to have a special surprise for you tonight.

Mm-hmm.

-See you later. -All right, dear.

What is it?

You said that, um,

Dere will be coming to head the business.

-Yeah, that's true.

She's still young-o.

And she has all this oyinbo mentality in her thinking, eh?

Yeah.

That's true.

So-- And, you know, to head a business like that,

you should know the ins and outs of the business.

-Yeah. -So I was just thinking,

maybe it would be better for Dere to start from the bottom up

so that she will know every aspect of the business.

Abi?

But, look. Hey, what do I know? It's just my own thinking.

What do I know about business? Abi?

-Peju. -Eh?

Thank you.

-Thank you so much, Peju. -Ah.

For what?

-Thank you so much. Yeah. -I'll see you later, dear.

Ndira, look, I want you to call Amira, hmm?

I want both of you to meet me for lunch. I'm fine, I'm fine.

Change it. Yes. Meet me at our usual spot.

I have good news. I have very good news.

Okay, dear. All right. Bye.

-Dere. -Hmm?

Have you thought about what you'll do when you finish with your youth service?

Well, the company I am working with have suggested that they will keep me on.

And, um, you think you'll like that?

I'm not sure.

Good. Because I have a proposition for you.

Come work with the company. Learn the ropes.

You might manage it one day.

-No pressure then. -Oh, no. No pressure.

I mean, I'll make sure you learn everything.

I'm not going to let you in and push you in off the deep end.

I'd love to work for your company, Dad.

It's our company. All right?

So I'll start you off from the bottom,

and then you'll work your way up to the top.

-Yeah? -Okay.

And you need to know how all the bits work together.

Okay.

That was easier than I thought.

Dad, I've always wanted to work at your company.

Well, that's settled. Yeah?

So, let's see. Why don't you come into the office, um...

next week?

Then we go into the human resources department and tidy up the details.

Okay.

And he agreed to it?

You will go in as directors.

You, public relations. Amira, corporate affairs.

But I like my job.

Will you stop that nonsense, Amira?

Why are you trying to help another man build his own future, eh?

I'm giving you an opportunity for you to build your own future.

Mummy, and he agreed to it?

Please tell me, what kind of juju did you use?

Guilt.

Oh, come on, Amira.

Eh? Look.

Okay, you can continue to see your boss. But you don't owe him anything.

It's not like he's going to leave his wife and marry you anyway.

As if that was even on the agenda.

At least I'm not sleeping with a man almost three times my age.

Who do you think you're talking to?

So, you two think I brought you here to come here and disrespect me?

Eh? I am trying for you to lay a foundation

so you can take the company from Dere.

Eh? Isn't that what you want?

Why do we want to take the company from Dere?

-Ah. -Amira.

Honestly, if not that you made a 2:1 in the university,

I would swear on my life that you're a complete moron.

At least I didn't have to sleep with all my lecturers to get my grades.

Are you mad?

Who invited you into my business, you idiot?

Ah. But, God, why now?

If you wanted to punish me, at least not with these two children.

The blood I shed on them should be enough punishment.

Just because I want a better life for my children, eh?

You see what you have done, abi? You're happy?

Sorry, Mum.

Mummy, please don't cry. Ah, people will see.

Let them see. Let them look. Let them see.

If my own two children-- Don't shush me.

Don't shush me.

If my own two children cannot be mature enough

to see that I am giving them a plate of gold--

And with no wahala. Eh? With no sweat.

Mummy, I promise you right now we will make an effort.

Amira, won't we?

Yes, Mummy, we will.

Dere does not belong here. Hmm?

Her place is in the UK, and we must find a way to send her back.

Yes.

-How do we do that? -By frustrating her life.

Eh? The decision must be hers,

but, uh, we will help her to make that decision.

Eh?

Don't worry, Mummy. It'll be like taking sweets from a baby.

Ah, but this is a serious matter. I'm not joking about this.

I want everything she has. Everything.

Like sweets from a baby!

By the time I am done with him,

I will be the only good thing left in his life.

Um, Mummy? Do we get a car and driver?

Hmm? Ah, of course. Everything.

By now, you are-- You're the boss's children now.

But, uh, find me the weakest link in that company.

Hmm? The weakest.

Um, how do we do that?

Oh.

"How do we do that"? By using your natural assets.

Eh, Amira?

Do you remember?

But, uh, stay away from that, uh, chief accountant.

I think that man is a crazy man. Hmm?

Stay away from him. I'm working on getting a replacement for him right now.

From within the business?

His assistant.

That man is greedy.

Corrupt.

And he wants to climb the corporate ladder so badly,

and he cannot stand the chief accountant.

-My kind of man. -Mummy!

I will use him. I've already set up a meeting

between him and I and you, Amira.

You will help me seal the deal.

Easy job, Mum. Easy.

Amir-amazing!

What is wrong with you?

Have some self-respect! Come on!

Hey! Give me that camera!

Hey, hey! Calm down. Calm down, calm down.

Let's have fun. Relax.

Mofe! Mofe! You know what? Just calm down.

Most people have HD cameras on their phones,

and I don't want us to cause a scene.

Please, let's have fun and party--

Maybe it's time I get extra security.

You don't need any security. You just attract unnecessary attention to yourself,

the type that you don't need.

It comes with the territory.

-Let's have fun. -Usman.

You understand.

My parents won't like it.

Besides, I can't stall them any longer.

Okay, fine. Fine.

When we get to that mountain, we'll climb it.

Really?

Eh?

You're mocking me now?

Mofe, you've got to laugh at yourself.

Honestly, I don't understand you. Why are you being so serious with life?

Habba!

Where's my friend? Where's Mofe?

Where is Mofe?

Here, bro.

No, you can't be here. You know what I'm talking about.

-Come on, bro.

Ah, man! Have some fun!

-Chichi? -Yeah?

What's all this?

A batch of prospective brides. It was sent in by your father this morning.

But how is this happening?

This was supposed to be an impossible quest. I mean, look at this now.

Well, you seem to forget one obvious thing, boss.

What's that?

Your mother wants you married even more than your father,

and she gets to choose.

-What will I do now? -You can't keep avoiding them.

Plus your father still wants you to say something about last week's batch.

Look. Just stamp "rejected" on all of them.

You haven't even seen them.

That's why I have you, Chichi-- to be my eyes and ears.

I don't really think that's a good idea.

Look, I'm really not in the mood for this first-in-the-morning thing, okay?

Just handle it.

Okay. But you should call your dad.

Hey.

I'm sorry.

You don't need to apologize.

I'll tell you what. Why don't you come and sit with me for a minute?

Your first meeting starts in less than 15 minutes.

Let them wait.

Let me ask you a question.

I know why I don't want to get married. Why don't you want to get married?

Boss, we've passed that point.

I'm asking you as a friend, Chichi.

Okay. I don't want to get married.

I don't want to have to depend on anyone. I don't want anyone depending on me.

I don't want to have kids and be stuck to a kitchen sink.

No.

What?

You might be the best solution to my dilemma.

Oh, Mofe. You like me because I come with no strings attached.

Plus I'm probably not what you're looking for.

What makes you think I'm looking?

Oh, please. You're looking.

Usman likes you, you know.

Usman wants what he knows he can't possess.

It would never work. I would only be taking advantage of him.

That might just be exactly what he wants.

Plus he's your friend.

Fair enough.

Okay. Back to work.

-Mofe? -Hmm?

Are you sure you really know what you're looking for?

Um, I don't know.

But when I see it, I'll recognize it.

Okay.

Hi, Mum.

Sorry I haven't been able to come here in a while.

It's the last week of my placement, and they are squeezing me hard.

But I'm going to go and work with Dad though.

I thought you might like that. So at least I can keep one promise.

The other...

I haven't seen Aunty Faith around in a while.

Dere. Ah, there you are.

I was just talking about you.

How are you? It has been such a long time.

-I've been really busy at work. -I brought these for your mother.

Oh. That's very kind of you. Why?

Ah, we've become quite good friends in your absence.

I feel quite guilty already, Aunty Faith.

Oh, no, child. Guilt is a useless emotion.

Believe me. I know.

It produces nothing. It only takes and takes.

You're right. How's your husband?

Ah. Grumpy as usual.

Uh...

is he the one?

I don't know what you're talking about.

The one that you were telling your mother about.

How could you possibly know that, Aunty Faith?

Dere, a graveyard is not a particularly private place, you know.

Yes.

But it doesn't matter.

He uses and dumps women,

and he's rich and thinks people are dispensable.

-And I despise people like that. -Oh, my husband was like that.

-Your husband? -Mm.

And yet we were happily married for over 50 years before his death.

And he never cheated on you?

Ah, he strayed from time to time, but he always came back home.

That's unacceptable.

My life has been sometimes about compromises.

Yes, but love is different.

People are not perfect.

You like him very much.

It doesn't matter. We live in different worlds.

And besides, we have absolutely nothing in common.

Absolutely nothing? Ah, see you soon.

You're leaving?

My husband gets very grumpy if I leave him alone too long.

It was nice to see you again. Ah, your mother must be very pleased.

Absolutely nothing.

You're funny, Dere.

I am trying my best to be accommodating, Mofe.

But you are giving me no choice.

I don't care!

These things are happening because of the way you live.

Take responsibility for your actions, my friend.

And how do you expect your mother to feel reading these things in these magazines?

Eh, Mofe?

It's as if you're just determined to taint our name.

Mofe, what is this?

And what is these things about "rejected, rejected, rejected"

that you are stamping on the women I sent to you?

7:00 p.m. And don't be late.

Good morning, Director of Strategic Communications and Public Relations.

Good morning, Director of Corporate Affairs.

I have a brand new Range Rover, Ndira, and a driver.

So do I, girl!

Oh, goodness, Amira. We owe Mum big for all of this.

Totally. Totally.

Ooh!

Aha. What about Dere?

Well, let's just say

Mum convinced our benefactor, aka Daddy,

to move her downstairs.

-Where? -The basement.

That's what it's always been called.

Why?

Because it's a basement.

Um, mind your step. Some of the stairs are damaged.

Why are the admin staff located in the belly of this building?

Oh, no, no, no. The admin proper is on the ground floor.

The basement is where we stay to do all the kind of work no one wants to do--

photocopying, shredding, setting off mail for collection.

You know? That sort of thing.

But who did you offend to land this job?

I'm beginning to wonder the same thing.

Let's go.

Watch your steps though.

Welcome to the basement.

More like "Welcome to hell."

-You are the boss's daughter, right? -Yeah.

-I mean, the one who lives in the UK? -Yes.

-I don't get you. -What's there not to get?

I'm learning how everything works from the bottom up.

-And the other two that joined management? -Which two?

Ndira and Amira Adami.

-They're my stepsisters. -Why are they not down here with you

learning how everything works from bottom up?

I don't know.

Hmm. Sounds like you got yourself a dirty deal, sister.

Anyway, I won't leave you here all by yourself.

And maybe we can make a few changes and make this place a little nicer.

The coffee room is on the ground floor.

You can bring a kettle and make your own down here.

-It saves you walking up and down. -No. I need the exercise.

And besides, I'll definitely need some sun.

-Through there are the toilets. -Okay.

-Mind the glue traps. -You have mice?

Mice? No. But we have rats. They are huge.

-I'm joking. -Oh! Thank goodness!

They are average size for this area.

Yeah.

-Huh? -Mm-hmm.

Be careful.

-There she is, yeah? -Hi, Dad.

Hi. How was your first day at work?

Well, it was...

-Dad? -Yeah?

Why didn't you tell me Ndira and Amira were working with you?

Oh, I just imagined you'd know.

How? And why am I the only one in the basement?

Have you been to the basement lately? Do you even know the basement is there?

I'm sorry, Dere. I don't know. But I'll have that fixed in the morning.

No. Everybody knows I'm on this "learn the system" agenda.

If I don't go back after one day, what would that say about me?

Or about you?

Or about people who have to work in those conditions?

-Dere-- -Eh, it's all right, Dad.

I'm tired. I'm going to bed.

-Good night. -All right.

Uh, Mr. Bala?

-Yes-- Yes, ma. -Uh-huh. I-- I knew.

How are you doing, Mr. Bala?

-Eh? -Fine. Fine, ma.

Uh-huh. Good.

Uh, sorry. The people here said I should start without you.

Ah. It's okay. Oh, eat as much as you want.

They can even bring you more if you want. Eh? I don't care.

-Thank you, ma. -Ah, well done, Mr. Bala.

Bala, Bala.

Mr. Bala...

-Mr. Bala. -Yes, ma?

How long have you been with the company?

Almost as long as the company itself.

Eh? Longer than the chief accountant?

I was doing that job long before he learned how to wipe his anus!

Sorry.

Anytime I think about it, I just get very angry.

Eh?

That was my job before he was brought in, because they say he is more qualified.

Mm! Ee-yah!

There's nothing I do not know about that business. Nothing.

I helped build that business from nothing.

Hmm. I understand.

I understand now. If I were you, I would be angry too.

Yes. Ah. I would be angry.

-Thank you. -Ah, yes.

Thank you, ma.

At last, somebody who appreciates my position.

Oh. Oh, those book people. What do they know?

What do they know about life, eh? What do they know about life?

-Exactly. Exactly, ma. -Yes.

I mean, they have the book, but they don't have the experience.

-Can they buy that in the market? -Oh.

But a man with your experience and stature, you should get what you deserve.

-Thank you, ma. Thank you. -Mm. Uh-huh.

Bala, Bala.

Mr. Bala, do you know who I am?

Mrs. Kosoko, everybody knows who you are.

Ah, good, good. Very good.

Because there will be changes in that company.

-Bala? -Hmm?

There will be drastic changes in the company.

-Oh, yes. -Eh?

So I need someone who is discreet.

Very discreet.

And, uh, very greedy.

Bala, do you know anyone like that?

I believe you have your man, ma.

Are you sure? Ah, maybe you should go home and think about it,

because, uh, oh...

once you enter this contract, there's no coming out.

Madame, I am not a child.

I know what I want.

-And I know you know what you want. -Yes, yes.

Just tell me, and it'll be done.

Very good.

Seeing as you now know what side your bread is being buttered,

there's no reason why you cannot take that chief accountant job.

Yes. It's me.

And I'm going to make you a very rich man.

Bala, Bala. Should they bring more?

-Bring this man food now, and beer! -More beer.

-Abi? -Thank you, ma.

Give him some more beer!

-Come in.

Give me a moment.

Oh, hi. Dere, what are you doing here?

I sent for the admin assistant in the basement.

-I'm the admin assistant in the basement. -Really?

Yes, a "getting to know the business" thing Dad set up.

Ah. I see.

-What are you doing? -What?

-What are you doing? -Sitting down.

No, stand up, Dere. You can't do that.

You see, if you are the admin assistant in the basement,

then I have to treat you exactly the same as everybody else

so no one accuses us of nepotism.

-Do you understand that? -Of course.

You know how people are. They like to take advantage.

I understand. So what do you want?

Oh. Um, there are 50 files in that box.

I'd like you to make 500-- Um, let's see,

make it a thousand copies of all the files in the box,

and I'd like you to hand-deliver them

to all the relevant departments on all the floors.

They're basically a few pointers

on how we'll proceed with corporate communications moving forward.

A thousand copies? Are you sure?

That's a lot of copying and a lot of paper.

Close the door, Dere.

Dere.

Just between us,

don't you ever contradict me in this office again.

Do you understand that?

No, Ndira, I don't. I just--

Oh, you see, that is why communication is critical,

seeing that I am the director of corporate communications

and public relations.

Okay.

When we come to work, I'd like us to be, um, professional.

I know you're new to all this,

so my work here is to help you adjust.

That's the kind of thing you're here to learn, right?

-I guess. -Good.

-Ndira-- -Um, give me a moment.

Write.

-Write what? -A few basic rules.

Okay.

First, do not disrespect my office by calling me Ndira.

What shall I call you then?

Miss Adami.

Okay.

Second, that goes for the entire admin team.

The insubordination of one is the insubordination of all.

-But that's not fair-- -My rules, Dere.

Can you help me ensure that all your team members fall in line?

Can you?

Oh, come on, Dere. Can you do it for us?

For the company?

Of course.

Fantastic.

Amira and I also reviewed communications from both our offices,

and we've decided that, due to the sensitivity of some of the documents,

that you, Dere,

will personally handle the documents for confidential reasons.

Do you understand that?

Ndir--

Miss Adami...

I'm a graduate of the law and international relations.

It is good practice to handle confidential and sensitive information

electronically, through encryption.

This is old technology.

With all due respect,

what you're suggesting is less, not more secure.

And it's a colossal waste of paper.

Now, that's what we call communication!

Dere, you see, now we understand each other, don't we?

-I think so. -Great.

There are 50 files in that box. I would like you to make 2,000 copies

and have them hand-delivered to all the departments in all the floors.

Failure to comply will result in the sanction

against all the members of the admin team.

Do you understand that?

2,000 copies? That's impossible.

Dere, I was actually thinking 3,000 copies,

just so we could have some spare--

2,000 it is.

Fantastic.

You see, Dere, we make such a great team, don't we?

I know this regime seems harsh,

but that's the only way you can learn and grow.

Yeah.

And, oh, Dere, I'm picking you up on Saturday to a party.

-A party? -I know you don't have anything to wear,

so I talked to my designer, and she's gonna hook you up.

-I'll text you her number. -Well, I--

Shut the door after you, Dere. Thank you.

"Of course." "Thank you." "I understand."

Dere is actually super smart.

But she's way too sentimental. That's her weakness.

She doesn't want to disappoint her daddy.

Ah, Ndira. He's your father too.

Ah, Mummy.

2,000 copies of 50 files?

Oh, Ndira, you're wicked.

-I know, right? -What will you do with all that paper?

Um, let's see.

Mm, use them as scrap?

-The bin pile. -Be nice, boss.

Someone's daughter, niece, cousin--

Please. I get that. But have you seen some of these candidates?

Usman.

Okay.

Okay, so how many do I have in the "maybe"--

None.

I'm in trouble.

Was I not clear? Did I not get you to write it down?

Miss Adami, I was asked by the procurement manager

why I was using the paper quota for one month in one day.

I don't care!

Like you said, I'm learning.

I cannot override the authority of the manager in charge.

-This is insubordination, Dere! -No. I'm sorry.

It's office protocol.

And nobody uses that much paper anyway.

You remember what I told you about one team member messing up

and the entire team suffering for it?

-Yes, and about that-- -I'm still talking!

Listen. You are being unprofessional.

I have asked and checked, and you cannot punish the whole team

for the imagined offense of one member.

If you insist, I'll have to take it up with HR and, if need be, with my father.

You think you're smart, right? You think you've won?

I don't understand what you're talking about.

Of course you don't.

Very well then. We'll send the information by e-mail.

You draft it and send me a copy.

Okay.

That'll be all for now.

I don't understand you, Dere.

Well, that makes two of us.

I mean, everybody heard what's happened.

Ah, it's not a big deal. I'm just getting some experience, okay?

Making them coffee? Making photocopies?

See, I've seen your CV. This is not on your job description.

It's not a big deal, Joke.

And how long before "getting to know this business" thing finishes?

I don't know.

I guess I should talk to my dad.

I think you've done enough. I think you deserve your own office--

I'll talk to Dad.

It's my birthday tomorrow, and it's usually a special time for us,

so I'll talk to him then.

Okay.

Hello. Admin. How can I help?

Okay, Miss Adami.

-Okay. I'm on my way.

Bye.

More coffee? Or she wants you to remove staples from documents?

-I'll be back. -Please try removing her lashes.

Oh, did you speak to the regeneration guy?

Yeah. He heads up regeneration programs in this entire region,

and, yes, he's very interested in meeting you.

-Great. -Dere?

-Mm-hmm? -Are you sure about this?

You worry too much, Joke.

Okay.

Are you sure?

Absolutely, sir. I wouldn't come to you without verifying.

What exactly are we talking about?

Um, at the moment,

it's like money's moving all over the place.

Assets are also being depreciated

whilst even though they still have considerable value.

And you say this is deliberate?

Oh, it's deliberate, sir. It's crafty.

At the moment, they are just testing the waters

to see if their activity will attract attention.

Any premature reaction, it would just be a case of,

"Oh, the money's there. It's just in a different account.

No crime committed."

-Oh, my goodness. -Mm.

Do you know who's responsible?

I'm not sure. It's too early to say.

I'm going to initiate some forensic accounting protocols

on all our accounts and assets.

I'll use our scheduled internal audit as cover.

But whatever is happening, it's deliberate

and it's intended to take a lot of money.

You're sure we shouldn't call the police?

Ah, we don't have proof of wrongdoing yet.

We'll just watch and wait.

We'll catch them. Not to worry, Otunba.

-Hello, darling. -Hi!

-How are you now? -I'm very, very well.

Please, what's the name of that-- your PA?

Patricia.

She won't let me come in. She's still asking me to wait. What is that?

Oh, I'm so sorry. Really. I was in a meeting with Gabriel.

You remember Gabriel, yeah?

-Ah, Mr. Okoli. -Madam.

Um, Otunba, I'll see to that thing.

All right. Thank you very much, Gabriel. Thank you.

-Madam. -Mm!

Ooh, Otunba, that man doesn't like me.

Ah-ah? Why would you say that?

I'm telling you, he doesn't like me.

But that's not the reason why I'm here.

Um, I have a surprise for you tonight.

Really? What is it?

I'm taking you out to dinner tonight at the most expensive restaurant in town.

What's the occasion?

Ah, must we have an occasion before I take my husband out?

Oh, no. Absolutely not.

-But that's not the only surprise. -Really?

This weekend, I'm taking you to the Gambia, eh?

It's a private resort on the coast.

They're going to treat us like royalty.

What's the matter?

N-Nothing. Nothing actually. I'm just looking forward to it.

Okay, I'll see you later, because I have to go make plans.

Okay.

Be hungry. Don't let them feed you. And warn that girl. Huh?

-I'll take care of it. -Oh, now.

Don't let me come and display for her.

Patricia? Yeah.

Um, it's my daughter's birthday tomorrow.

I need you to do something for me.

He's here.

-Who's here? -An associate.

One second.

Okay, so you both are just going to sit here

and pretend like nothing just happened?

Relax, Usman. It's all good, okay?

Mofe, who was the guy?

An associate.

Why don't we go clubbing tonight?

I'm in.

-Dere, hi. -Hi.

So this is the famous basement.

It's cozy.

Are you alone?

Yes. I sent you that e-mail yesterday.

-Oh, I saw it. -So, how can I help you?

I like that. Straight to the point. And, right.

Since we won't be making the photocopies due to financial constraints

and concern for the environment,

an argument which you so eloquently made,

there is something else I'd like you to do for me.

Okay.

I discussed this with HR, and they are okay.

In my role as the director of strategic communications and public relations,

it's important I get to know each employee.

So we have decided that you, Dere,

will personally go round the organization to all the floors

and talk to all the employees.

I'd like you to ask them these... questions.

What?

Yeah. Some of the questions are sensitive.

It's important every employee feel like they count.

Do you know how many employees we have in this company?

The question, Dere, is, do you?

There are over 50 questions here.

Actually 69, to be precise.

Why don't we just send everybody an e-mail and get them to fill it out online?

That would be a very sensible solution if we had a problem.

But, Dere, we do not have a problem.

We would like to gauge each person's response.

I can't do that by e-mail, and HR agrees.

And, Dere,

also ensure that each employee signs each page of the questionnaire

to show that they personally filled it out.

That will take forever.

-Actually, we have just one week. -That's impossible!

What do you have to do, Dere?

This is for the business. Except you're not up for it.

Okay.

And, Dere, happy birthday, little sister.

-Ah, you're here, Dere. -Good evening, Mr. Fabrice.

-Good evening, Dere. -Where is my dad?

He went out with madame.

-Shouldn't they be back by now? -Well, they left not long ago.

Do you know where they went?

Madame said they were going to a restaurant.

Okay. Thank you, Mr. Fabrice.

Uh, you have a delivery.

Um, it came in this morning.

Someone sent, um, flowers and chocolate.

Okay.

Thank you, Mr. Fabrice. I'm going to go to bed, so good night.

-Good night.

-Uh, Dere. -Yeah?

It's for you.

Happy birthday, Dere!

Thank you, Joke!

-Happy birthday, Dere. -Thank you.

Hey! Tawa!

-Fabrice? -Tawa! Look at this.

Dere's birthday.

Oh, Auntie Dere!

-Happy birthday. -Thank you, Tawa.

-Nobody tell me-o. -Oga forgot to tell us.

-Dere, God bless you. -Oh, thank you.

-Thank you, Joke. -You're welcome.

-What? -My dad.

He has never missed my birthday. Never.

After my fifth birthday,

my dad never showed up at my birthdays, ever.

So sorry.

Hey, take it easy.

I didn't mean to guilt-trip you. I was just saying.

-Have fun. Drink your wine. -You're right.

I just need to grow up. That's it.

-I should go.

No. Why? Stay. It's almost the weekend.

-Are you sure? -Yes.

Hey, okay.