Dulce Alliance Limited was the home to many peculiar people. The vibes were all over the place on that hot Friday afternoon. At one corner, Lex and Omo were planning a bar crawl to all the popular cool spots on the Island for later that night, Gboye was standing by the printer making copies of files, Tomiwa and his team were being crowded to post client funds in time for the long weekend while he sat there trying to execute and settle trades for the day.
Naeto just wanted to go home. He could already feel his eyes digging deeper and deeper into his head from staring at the screen of the laptop. The workload was overwhelming but like every other slave to capitalism, his comfort was in the saying “Thank God it’s Friday”. He wanted to sit on his new couch with a glass of his favourite Japanese whiskey and watch the Arsenal v Mancity match that was scheduled to air later that evening. It was a very relaxing thought that kept him going through the day he was having. That witch of a person otherwise called his boss had embarrassed him earlier in the day and given him a query over something that was not even his not even within his duties.
“What is the matter, Naeto? Will you take responsibility if we lose this trade?”, a voice boomed from outside the doors to his office. His head snapped toward the sound and in walked Emmanuel Cole, the MD, with his face squeezed in irritation. Naeto quickly sat up and responded, “Zik just forwarded it to us less than a minute ago. I have the draft mail set up and I am inputting the trade details for final approval”. He sat back at his table and pressed send in a matter of seconds. He locked his laptop and was leaving the office for lunch when he saw the first mail, then another and yet another. These ones have seen who they want to kill with work by 3 pm on a Friday. He sauntered on and headed towards Nwaanyi Asaba, the famous OfeOwerri spot a couple of buildings away.
As he sat there scrolling through his emails on his phone while biting the soft and succulent cow tail, he noticed a mail from his boss that said, “Come to my office now!!!” as a response to his earlier mail for approval. He scrolled further to read the mail and he could feel the blood drain from his face as he read;
Dear Madman,
Approve the purchase of $5,000,000 FV Nig 2025 Eurobond @ indicative yield of 12%
Rationale
This week, we have seen bullshit run in the Eurobond market in line with our expectation as the market continues to react to the 25bps rate hike by the Feds and feds’ stance on reducing rate hikes going forward.
Thank you.
Na Wetin I wan send now but she Dey craze and she fit no approve am. Weyrey
He squeezed his eyes shut as he put his hands on his head, “Blood of Jesus! I am finished.”
