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Yes?

Aunty Dere.

No way. Dere, you must eat.

You must eat all of it.

Sorry, ma.

-Aunty Dere...

That's okay, Tawa.

It's fine.

Aunty Dere.

Dere, it's been a while since you ate good food.

Think about it.

I don't want you to fall sick.

Okay.

How is your shop?

It's all right.

From now on, only you are going to do my hair and my nails. Yeah?

Aunty Dere, thank you.

And I will bring my friends and my friends' friends.

Aunty Dere, thank you.

It's okay.

-Good morning, Mr. Okoli, Mrs. Atta. -Good morning.

Good morning, Joke. How is she?

I don't know.

It's only been a week.

It will take some time.

We don't have time.

What's the matter?

It's a business matter, and it's time-critical.

How far?

-Man. -Any luck?

My contact at the VIO is still trying to track down the car.

Even with the partial registration number?

Mofe, they are doing their best.

-It's not good enough, Usman!

Come on. It's been a week.

I'm sorry.

No wahala.

-Usman's skin be like crocodile-- -Uh-uh!

Chichi, mind your mouth now.

By the way, your dad wants you to call him.

Oh, okay.

Uh, do they believe you found and lost your soul mate?

Um...

His saving grace were the pictures. They couldn't believe it.

How could someone make that up?

Well, they were excited.

You know,

I can't wait to meet the woman who is making a believer out of me.

Sellout.

Oh, yeah?

Chichi, the next party we organize,

-it's his turn. -Done.

See this guy?

You guys know me.

-If it was me, by now-- -Mm-hmm.

...I'd have her number, Twitter handle, Instagram, Facebook, her house address--

-Okay, all right, all right. -...her dress size.

Casanova, we know. We know!

You know, I can't help it.

But you know he's right, Chichi. It's not rocket science.

Yes, boss.

I thought I had the whole night till the following day.

-And then I didn't think-- -We'll find her. I promise you.

Just... give us some more time.

-Stupid.

Mofe, it's all right.

-Good morning. -Hello, good morning.

-I have a file for you.

What about the other one?

Nothing? No.

-Oh. -Mr. Bala.

-What's wrong? What's the problem? -Uh, Mr. Okoli.

Ah, Mrs. Bala-- Oh, sorry. Mrs. Atta.

-Hello, Ms. Kosoko. -Mr. Bala.

Please accept my condolences once again.

Thank you, Mr. Bala.

Were you looking for something?

I, uh-- I wanted to see Patricia, but she isn't on seat.

Are you ill?

No, no. I'm fine. I'm fine.

Uh, Ms. Kosoko, Otunba was a very great man.

Yes, he was.

In fact, everything I am, I am because of him today.

Okay, thank you very much, Mr. Bala.

Ms. Kosoko here has a very important matter to attend to.

-Ehh. -Yes.

Uh, hope it's nothing serious.

-Okay, nothing to worry about. -Oh, okay.

How about her dress?

The dress she was wearing looked like a very expensive designer dress, right?

Yes.

Expensive...

and distinctive.

Yeah. Good.

Then how many designers here can actually make that kind of dress?

Um...

A dress of that quality and bold design?

About five. Okay, maybe six.

Okay, so, all we have to do is to find the designer that made the dress, right?

Guys, we'll find the designer and we'll find our mystery lady.

Great thinking, man.

And I already leaked it on social media

that you're looking for the mysterious girl who got away.

Yeah, every mother, girl, aunty, grandmother,

everyone will be trying to get in touch.

Well, it's a risk we'll have to take.

Chichi, you still have pictures from the photographer, right?

Yeah, I do.

Atinuke.

Where are you? Huh?

The board unanimously voted for you to take control of this company.

Otunba appointed Mrs. Atta and myself to assist you.

At least until you decide on your own team.

Congratulations, ma.

Thank you.

And this appointment is effective...

Immediately, ma.

And there is a very sensitive matter that requires urgent attention.

Ah, Mr. Bala.

-How far?

Madam, once again, my sincerest condolences.

Whoa, Mr. Bala. I know you didn't invite me here to exchange pleasantries.

I am here to ascertain if Mr. Okoli is in possession of any official documents.

Ah! That's not good news-o.

I-I tried to access Otunba's desk this afternoon, and I was nearly caught.

We must find those documents. Eh?

If we don't, Dere's going to take possession of everything. Eh?

And we can't let that happen.

Waiter.

Did Otunba not change his will?

How was I supposed to know the man would die so soon, eh?

He was always traveling.

I don't think those documents are in the office-o.

Perhaps they're at home.

No, they are not.

I searched everywhere in that house, top to bottom. Eh?

Mrs. Atta, the company secretary.

She and Mr. Okoli had a meeting with your stepdaughter this afternoon.

Ehh. About what?

I don't know, but I'll try to find out.

I'll also see what I can find out from the--

from the company secretary about the company documents.

Ehh.

Hey.

Maybe I should inform the girls

about all these meetings that are happening, abi?

-Very wise. -Uh-huh.

And you will have to find the original will

so that this enterprise of ours will be easier.

I know I said you should talk to your dad about moving up, but this?

I know. I still can't get my head around it.

You're my boss, Dere. I'll have to start calling you Ms. Kosoko.

Don't do that.

Do your stepsisters know?

I've scheduled a meeting with them this morning.

Oh, God. I wish I would be there to record everything and put on YouTube.

You're not serious, Joke.

And all this money, almost a billion naira!

It could have damaged the company.

-What? -But we found the money, so we're lucky.

-Good. -We were able to block access

to all the accounts before the money disappeared abroad.

-Hmm. -An investigation is underway.

Do the culprits know?

Not yet.

Joke, this is highly confidential information, and you can't tell anybody.

Trust me. My lips are sealed.

-Boss, boss. -Stop now.

-You're my boss-o.

Your stepsisters, I really do not like them.

Uh, Amira's not too bad. It's Ndira who's difficult to work with.

And she looks so much like her mum.

-She does, doesn't she? -Hah!

The day they will cross my path!

What are you going to do, Joke?

Okay.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

-Look, I'm worried about you, Dere. -Why?

-What about Mofe? -What about him?

-I thought you liked him. -I do.

I did. I have other priorities right now.

Okay.

Joke, I really like him, but that can't be my priority right now.

I understand.

-I need your help. -What do you need? Anything.

So, I'm moving into my father's office.

Oh, now you're talking.

I think it's fair enough to say you've paid far more than your dues.

Go, girl. Now you're talking!

And I want you to come and work with me.

It's a lie.

My hero!

Uh!

What?

What? What is it? What do you want?

What are you looking for, ma'am?

Uh, we're looking for oga's documents for the office.

-Ah. -Mmm.

Um, Fabrice.

Yes, ma.

You know your oga, abi?

Twenty-five years, ma.

You know about all his affairs?

I know all I need to know about my boss.

Eh, good. So, where does he keep all his documents?

Ah, madam. That one, oga didn't tell me anything about any document.

Mmm.

So, you are telling me that you've been in this house for 25 years, abi?

You've cleared his closet, moved his suitcase around

and you do his laundry

and you're telling me you don't know where his documents are.

Exactly, madam.

-Get out! -Ah!

Get out!

-Sorry. -Nonsense! Listen!

Look at me very, very well.

Shine your eyes and look at me.

Because if you're not for me, you're against me.

Yes, you're either for me or against me.

And the way it looks right now, it looks like you're against me.

I will deal with you ruthlessly.

I will show you something in this house. You will see.

-Sorry, ma'am. -Get out!

-Yes, ma. -"Yes, ma."

Sorry for yourself.

Where would it be?

In other words, considering--

Mr. Okoli, Mrs. Atta, good day.

Dere, what are you doing here?

Hi, Ndira.

Never mind that. I sent you an e-mail.

I need some photocopies done. Did you get the e-mail?

What are you doing in this office?

Ndira, would you like to sit and talk?

I don't think so.

Don't be insolent. Who do you think you're talking to?

Can someone tell me what's happening?

I understand your confusion, Ms. Adami.

We sent out e-mails informing staff of the developments in the company.

Developments? What developments?

My father never mentioned any of this.

With immediate effect, Ms. Kosoko assumes responsibility for this company.

In what capacity?

As its chairman and chief executive.

Oh, my goodness, Mrs. Atta.

Who would have thought you had such a good sense of humor?

That's a good one, and it's not even the first of April.

No! What?

You can't do that! That's not fair!

Those were the wishes of Otunba, ratified by the board.

-I challenge it. I protest. -On what grounds?

On the grounds that it's not fair.

And the only thing she has the capability of doing

is running this company to the ground.

Look, Ndira.

I understand this is difficult for you,

but are you seriously going to question the decision of the board?

Question? Dere, I challenge it.

-I dispute it. -Listen, Ndira!

You have two options.

You either accept the decision of the board

and fall in line or you resign.

Dere.

I see you're enjoying this,

but you don't know who you're toying with.

Excuse me, ma'am.

Should I call security?

For who? For me?

Ndira, in the interest of the company,

I suggest we keep things professional.

Your father would be proud.

And don't worry. No weapon fashioned against you will prosper.

Thanks.

Now, in other business...

Ndira, please don't do this.

Ndira.

You'll be hearing from my lawyers.

I look forward to that conversation.

Ndira, please don't go. Don't go, please.

Ndira!

Aah!

Ndira resigned today...

disgraced.

Let me deal with her for you, Peju.

No, Chief. No.

You know people will talk.

I will deal with Dere Kosoko myself.

We will do everything in our power to assist your investigation.

Thank you, Ms. Kosoko.

No problem. We also have a spare office you can use as your base

whenever you're on site.

Hmm. Thank you. You've been very cooperative.

No problem. Thanks.

Calm down, Amira. Look. I've been around for a long time.

-This is embezzlement, Mum. -Shut up!

"Embezzlement"! What's wrong with you?

Why don't you go and carry a mic and go in front of the TV

and tell the whole world our business, huh?

I'm sorry, Mummy. It's just that--

Amira, do not panic and run into the trap that the hunters set for their prey-o.

And you! Why did you resign?

-I needed you. -Hmm!

So you honestly expect me to stay and take orders from Dere?

-I'm not going to do that. God forbid.

-I'm afraid-o. -Don't be afraid.

Look. As long as you follow my instructions, everything will be okay.

Amira, just relax. You'll be all right. Okay?

-Uh... -Mr. Bala.

Are you stalking me?

Ah, no. No, Amira--

Mr. Bala!

Uh, no, Ms. Adami.

Don't you know there are FCA detectives around the office?

I know. But ever since Indy--

I mean, Ms. Adami left,

things have become delicate.

I don't care.

Now, listen. We... cannot be seen together in this office.

If you want to meet, you know the protocol now, eh?

Mr. Bala, hurry up. Go!

-Good morning. -Good morning.

-Good morning. -Uh, Mr. Bala.

-Huh? -I've been looking all over for you.

May I have a word with you?

Uh, now?

That's if you're not too busy.

Eh... you see, actually I have some invoices I--

Now, Mr. Bala. Now.

It's almost two weeks ago today, Lagos big-boy Mofe Clark

lost the mysterious lady that was seen clinging to him for dear life.

I mean, come on, Mofe. How careless can you get?

Anyway, we can now confirm the rumors are true,

and Mofe is offering a substantial reward to anyone that can identify

the elusive lady in the picture.

If you can recognize her, please call the BGI helpline

using the numbers on your screen.

You can also post sightings of her on Instagram, tweet or e-mail.

You haven't called him?

What am I going to say?

Hi. I'm the lady you've been looking for.

It's not that simple.

You better not throw away your chance of being happy.

Let God help you in this.

It was God that took my parents away, so how's he going to help me now?

Are you Mr. Bala?

Yes, that's my name. May I know who you are?

We're detectives from the FCA.

Ehh.

Please, sit down.

We would like to ask you some questions.

Ehh, about what?

About 950 million naira.

I told you it was one of mine.

Exquisite lines, bold colors and simple designs.

So, do you still have details of the person who bought this dress?

Are you the police?

No.

Come on. I'm not the police.

But you could get a reward if you help us track down the person who wore this dress.

She didn't just buy one.

She bought four with accessories.

But I cannot give you her details. It's very confidential.

-But... -Yes.

I can call the client and see if it's okay to give out her number.

Thank you.

Guys, we found the designer.

It was ordered by a certain old woman called Aunty Faith,

and she ordered for four garments with complete accessories and shoes.

Okay, where were they delivered then?

She says she's gonna send me an e-mail of the address

once she gets the woman's consent.

That's-- That's great news, right?

-Of course. -That's very good news.

Come here.

It's fine. Good stuff.

Oh, nice one, man. Nice one.

-Nice, good.

-Yo!

It's all so exciting. I wish I was 50 years younger, just to feel the thrill.

But you're angry with them. With him.

He left. Without even saying good-bye.

He regrets that.

I'm out of my depth, Aunty Faith.

I don't know what I'm doing, and I don't want to let the company down.

You worry so much about what people think, it cripples you.

Your father believed in you. So do I. So should you.

And, well, about the love of your life...

Well, those things sort themselves out. I can feel it in my bones.

Well, I've got to go.

Look after them for me, will you?

Don't I always?

Yes? This is she.

Oh, of course!

Do you have a pen?

Mr. Bala, are you comfortable?

Look, look, look. You told me yesterday that the interviews were over.

Did you tell Mr. Bala the interviews were finished?

No. No, I didn't. Did you?

No.

Now, after all, he's the last to have access to that account.

Mmm. From which 950 million naira disappeared into thin air, just like that.

And it takes sophisticated financial skills to pull that off.

And an in-depth knowledge of the company too.

What do you think, Mr. Bala?

You've been working with the company, what?

Almost 25 years.

Hmm.

And how would you describe your relationship with Ms. Amira Adami?

She's a colleague.

-Really. -Why?

What have you heard?

Whatever it is, it's not true.

Okay, so she's attractive.

You need to be made out of wood not to notice that. That's all.

Ah, so you find Ms. Adami attractive, right?

I didn't say I find her attractive. I said she's attractive.

Well, our investigations suggest that you find her very attractive.

So attractive, in fact, she's got you eating out of her hand.

Mr. Bala, you don't seem to understand the magnitude of your situation.

You will go to prison.

It's just a question of how long.

Do you have children?

Yes.

See, your children will have grandchildren when you come out.

Conspiracy to embezzle, fraud and forgery.

-What would he get? -That's about 65 years imprisonment.

Sixty-five years.

-See, Mr. Bala-- -Uh, no.

Let me be honest with you right now.

Your co-conspirators are smarter than you are...

more beautiful than you are.

They are even richer than you are.

Mr. Bala, all evidence points to you.

You happen to be the unfortunate mugu that will pay for their lavish lifestyle

while you suffer in prison.

But that's no longer our problem, right?

That simplifies our problem, abi?

Yeah.

See you in court, Mr. Bala.

Good luck. You'll be needing it.

Wait, wait.

Wait.

If...

If you scratch my back, I'll scratch your back, abi?

So you're ready to talk now?

Our concern here is not to apportion blame,

but we need to trace those missing funds, or this company is in trouble.

How does that concern me?

We understand that Mr. Bala had access

to certain company accounts without authorization.

-He said you gave him access. -That's a lie.

Let him come here and say it to my face.

-Are you trying to say Mr. Bala is lying? -Categorically.

Then how did he get access to those accounts?

We blocked his access months ago.

Now, that is a question these gentlemen should be asking you, Mr. Okoli.

Why?

Because you're in charge of the company's financial interests.

Instead of taking responsibility for Mr. Bala's actions,

-you're here trying to shift the blame. -Look, Ms. Adami.

We will find the missing funds.

-You better. -It's not a matter of "if," just "when."

And we will appreciate your help.

And I'll be so happy to help you in any way I can.

Oh, thank you very much.

Okay, we will start from your laptop and your phone.

You want my laptop?

And your phones, please.

And your tablet.

With all relevant passwords and pass codes.

-News? -What's going on?

We got an address.

-What are we waiting for? -Boss, we need to verify first.

What?

Yes, it won't take long.

Just let me know when you're done verifying.

Thank you.

What are you doing?

It was you.

What are you doing in my room?

It was you all along.

You snake. You lying, backstabbing snake.

I'm warning you, Ndira. Get out of my room.

What are you going to do,

spoiled, privileged, overpampered fake princess?

Aren't you tired of that song, Ndira?

After all my father did for you?

After all you've taken from me?

Oh, Dere. It is not enough.

No, it's never enough for you.

Now get out of my room.

Dere, there is nobody here to help you.

No father, no mother, no one!

Not even Mofe.

You know why? Because you are pathetic!

Listen, I can take everything you own.

Just like that, and there is nothing you can do about it.

Who will you run to?

I heard you in the toilet that night.

You and Amira.

I heard you talking about me.

I took you two as my older sisters.

As I see, you're just here for the ride and for what you can get.

You're common.

You have no class.

Do you want to die?

Go on, scavenge!

See what you can get. It's what you're best at, isn't it?

Anything you like? See anything you want?

No, I didn't think so.

Now get the hell out of my room and stay out. Give me my dress!

Ah, Dere, what happened to your face?

Same thing that happened to Ndira's.

We really ought to be careful, standing outside toilet doors. Right?

Yes, we need to be more careful.

You never know when something really terrible is gonna happen.

Or do you?

Dere, you need to be careful.

You're not a child anymore.

You want to bet?

Look, look. Let's stop all this, eh?

Let's be nice to each other, abi?

Otunba would have wanted that.

Uh-huh, by the way, there's going to be some changes around here.

What kind of changes, ma?

Like the servants, for one.

Dad made provision for the staff in his will.

That's before we found out that your father's company is in trouble now.

Eh, abi?

There's an investigation ongoing. I suggest we allow it to take its course.

The decision has been made, Dere. Eh?

Fabrique.

Tawa.

Fabrique!

-Tawa! Ah! -Yes, madam.

Yes, ma.

As per our conversation yesterday,

um, you people should pack your things and be out of this house by the weekend.

-Huh! -But you can't do that!

The decision has been made.

Dere. Hmm.

Madam, please, I don't know where to go from here.

How does that concern me? Ah!

You'll find somebody that will hire you.

There are people looking for servants. And you won't starve.

This was your plan all along.

Cinderella! Or whatever you are called.

Look. At your job there, you are the boss.

Over here, in this house, I am the boss.

-Sure you understand me. -Okay.

-This is about Ndira-- -Eh-eh!

Shut your mouth, or else!

-What? -Madame.

Are you going to attack me like you did earlier?

See, Dere, don't think because there are people here,

I cannot deal with you mercilessly.

-Please, madame, please-- -You stupid man!

-Respect yourself, madam. -Fabrique!

-Mummy! -What's going on here?

What is this?

Eh, Tawa!

Ta--

-Hello. -Welcome, ma.

Um, does Atinuke live here?

-Atinuke? -Yes.

-This house? -Yes.

What exactly is the issue?

Joke, where are you?

What's the matter, Dere? You sound weird.

-He's here! -Who's there?

-Mofe, he found me. He's downstairs. -What?

-How did he find you? -I don't know. I don't know what to do.

Okay, talk to him.

He's in my house.

Dere, calm yourself. Go down and talk to him.

And what would I say to him?

The truth.

Joke, please just come. I really need you right now. Joke, just come, please.

Okay, I'm on my way.

Eh, these are my two daughters, Ndira and the youngest one, Amira.

Hello. We were at the party. We had a wonderful time.

-Amira! -Yeah, I thought I recognized you.

Yes.

Ndira, help me to serve them--

No, no. There's really no need for that. Thank you. Yes.

Um... I would really like to talk to Atinuke, if I may.

Dere.

I told you her name is Dere, aka, Cinderella.

Some sick joke by her grandmother.

-Do you know that? -Ndira--

Mummy, let me talk.

Okay, um, Ndira, right?

I don't know what this is all about, but please can you get us Atinuke?

Chichi, right? Excuse me.

Mofe, do you know that Dere has a dangerous crush on you?

Indy!

She's obsessed with you. You didn't know that?

She has every picture of you.

She bought every magazine that you're on the cover.

She cut out every article about you.

She has your pictures pasted all over her room,

and she actually keeps a diary about you.

But I guess you didn't know that, did you?

So you-- You're telling me all of this because?

Because I don't have anything to lose, because I don't care. That's why.

You know what?

I hope both of you spend the rest of your lives

making each other miserable.

Excuse me.

Ah!

Uh, small chop?

Ehh?

I don't know what to say to him.

-Your dad died. -Yeah, but that isn't why I ran.

I could have sent him a message or something.

But you were scared. It happens.

He's not going anywhere, but you have to talk to him.

What happened?

Ndira. I think she's lost her mind.

I've been running for so long, I've forgotten how to stop.

I'll help. Besides, I'm going to be your bridesmaid.

So, the earlier we sort this out, the quicker we can go shopping.

-Thanks, Joke. -Always.

We should talk.

So... your real name is Dere.

It's short for Cinderella,

courtesy of my paternal grandmother. A long story.

I've been looking for you for almost two weeks, Atinuke.

Excuse me, Dere.

I'm sorry.

Sorry? Is that a defense?

I didn't know I was defending myself.

You lied to me.

I didn't lie. Atinuke is my middle name.

Okay.

Well, you knew all about me even before you came to the party.

You're obsessed.

Are you quoting Ndira right now?

Well, she happens to be the only one who was completely honest with me.

Okay, listen. I can't do this right now.

I have too much on my plate.

I have to go.

Good night, boss.

Good night, and thanks for all you did today.

You're welcome.

See you in the morning.

You don't think I overreacted?

Do you?

You think I was wrong?

Come on, Chichi.

You always used to level up with me. Why stop now?

Because, Mofe, you are trying to avoid the inevitable.

Chichi.

You know you should be the one on my side.

You should be with me.

What has changed?

You.

You love her.

Her friend told me she just lost her dad.

And now she's about to lose her father's company.

So she has a lot on her plate.

Good night.

Yeah, let's check it out.

We don't usually have this amount of people over.

-Mm-hmm. -But it's a good thing.

I tell you, these guys have learned to write code on a scale of scary.

Pretty soon all these blue chip companies will be looking to us

for solutions for their processing problems.

-Impressive. -Yeah?

Hey! I have someone I want you guys to meet.

...helping us get links with other such projects

in India, Venezuela, South America, Brazil.

It's really exciting.

-Hey, Dere, yeah. -Hi.

-I got some people I want you to meet. -Okay.

Yeah.

Come on.

Come on.

Right.

So, um, Mofe, this is Dere.

Dere, this is our magnanimous, anonymous benefactor, Mofe Clark.

Hi.

-All this time, I thought...

You know, people make assumptions about each other all the time.

I thought I knew you.

I thought the Mofe that I see splashed all over the papers and social media,

I thought that was the real you.

But then... when I look at all this here...

Well, we just thank God for someone like PK.

You know, we knew he had the potential,

but he just needed some kind of encouragement and funding.

Mmm.

-I'm sorry.

Nah, there's no way you could have known. It's not your fault.

What are you going to do about your mum and stepsisters?

I don't know.

I just can't understand how there's just so much hatred

concentrated in just one place.

Yeah?

I'm sorry.

It's my fault. Joke tried to warn me, but I wouldn't listen.

I've never had brothers or sisters, and after my mum died...

I just wanted them to like me.

I understand.

So, what's the plan now?

Well, we're getting the embezzled money back, but it's going to be tricky.

Hmm.

I would like to help. Yeah.

You see, BGI has resources, you know, and you shouldn't be doing this all alone.

But won't it be complicated?

Nah, I have someone that knows how to handle these sort of things.

And we would like to help.

Okay.

Mofe, why didn't you say something?

You see, these days, you can't really find who loves you for you or for your money.

-I didn't lie. -I know.

And I'm sorry. Um, you made me vulnerable,

and I didn't like it.

I'm sorry.

Mmm.

I'm glad I found you.

Well, I wasn't really lost.

Hey.

It's a beautiful night.

Just like you.

Aw.

You are welcome, my dear.

I had to see for myself, you see.

-It's an honor to meet you, sir, ma. -Thank you.

-Thank you. -Hey.

Hey.

-You, my dear, you're most welcome. -Thank you, ma.

We are so, so happy to meet you.

Yes.

-Esohe, look-o. -Hmm?

Esohe, look-o.

Mofe Jr has made my heart glad-o.

-Hey-o.

Eh, you see, this son of mine has run rings...

He has run rings around us for years, and finally he brings us you.

-Oh, stop.

What my husband is trying to say is that you...

-You exceed our wildest dreams. -That's right.

Yes.

You know, I told you guys I was biding my time.

Eh-eh! Keep quiet here, my friend.

-Dad. -It's not your fault.

Just because this precious woman has agreed to be seen with you in public.

But, Chief, we have to move fast.

We have to strike while the iron is still hot.

But before that, Esohe, let the children eat.

Oh! I'm so sorry, my darling. Come. The food is ready. This way.

And we are just looking forward

-to meeting your parents. -Yes.

Um... sorry, but Dere's parents are no longer with us.

-Oh! -Oh, I'm sorry.

I didn't know that.

-Dere, you now have us as your parents. -Of course.

-Abi? Esohe.

Not only do we have a son, we now have a daughter.

-Equation balanced.

That's right.

Come, let me feed you. I have to put some flesh on these hips.

Tell me everything. What do you...

All right, guys. All right, guys. Hold up. Hold up.

My brother, my friend, Mofe Clark,

away from the prying eyes of the paparazzi,

has an announcement to make.

So, ladies and gentlemen, on behalf of Mofe Clark,

can we please clear the floor.

-Whoo!

Whoo!

Um... Ahh!

-Okay, um, I need space so I can-- -Yeah, we're giving you a lot of space.

A lot of space.

Dere...

aka Atinuke...

aka Cinderella...

Please, I beg of you. Please marry me. Please.

Yes, yes, yes.

-Yes, yes, yes!

She said yes!

This calls for celebration!

Whoo!

Mr. Bala sang like a canary,

and the 950 million naira was recovered

from an old and disused account he set up 15 years ago.

I brought Mofe to meet you and Dad.

And I could just imagine you laughing it up,

Dad doing his Michael Jackson moves

and you trying not to swoon every time he kisses you.

Strange thing is, I never saw Aunty Faith again after the wedding.

I wonder if she decided to go and live

with one of her children scattered all over the world.

In so many ways, she reminded me of you.

I just wish I had the chance to say goodbye and thank you.

So, are you done?

You know we have a flight to catch.

The Seychelles can wait for a few more sentences.

The book is finished?

Life doesn't always turn out the way we want, but

I know now that God is always watching over us.

I will always miss you, Mum,

but you live happily ever after in my heart.

Yes!

Yo, it's finished!

-Dere's masterpiece is finished! -Whoo!

Get over here.

And, oh, Mum, guess who is the new president of my fan club.

The FCA detectives picked up Ndira, Amira and Mrs. Adami.

It turned out Mrs. Adami had been forging Dad's checks for years,

and she was caught trying to forge a new will.

The FCA detectives allowed them to attend the wedding,

but they are still facing the consequences of their actions.

Man, bro. I'm proud of you. Honesty.

And I pray that you and Dere remain happy.

You're so beautiful, Dere.

-Usman. -I got you.

Hey!

-Appreciate, man. -Yeah, bro.

-Thanks. -Got you. Got you.

Let's do this.

Joke, I'm scared.

Ah, don't worry.

The first step is to put one foot in front of the other.

Stay friends, stay focused and have fun on the journey.

You'll be fine.

I don't know what I'd have done without you.

You're my hero, Dere. Always have, and you will always be.

You're my hero, Joke.

-Thank you.

-Happy married life. -Thank you.