Ps meet with Mike Adewale the CEO.
I stood in front of the massive edifice,
harmattan altering my delicate skin from its
dark tone to white pale, impressed by the
structure of the giant office, the finest in
The TMN has had its large share of job
seekers; almost everyone who applied was
rejected. Last year I had applied for a job
there, I didn’t even get an interview.
In a minute or so I would be inside but not
for a job, I would be negotiating.
I gingerly approached the entrance and met
with the security man, 5 feet tall with broad
shoulders he motioned for me to stop.
“Please place all metals in the tray” he
spoke with authority and provided a tray
into which I dumped every metal on me.
He proceeded to move his wand around my
body trying to detect any metal. He didn’t.
He stepped aside and motioned for me to
enter inside; I took a deep breath and
braced myself. The inner view of the TMN
was exotic, filled with busy people. For the
company there sure was no dulling
A very beautiful and attractive secretary
approached me and motioned for me to
follow her; we walked past other employees
and arrived at an elevator. She pushed a
button and the door slid open taking the
lead she entered and on cue I slipped in
right after her, the door slid shot.
She pushed a button with the inscription
The elevator s—t roared to life, and we
“So who are we visiting on the tenth floor?”
I said wryly.
“Mike Adewale.” Came the cold reply.
I knew Adewale, of course, by reputation. I
knew he was the CEO at TMN a tech
company owned by rich businessmen and
had built a wonderful thing out of it.
Naturally I was nervous. Naturally I was
boldly anticipating the meeting: meeting
this guy was quite a feat in the tech eco
A few minutes ago I was outside his office,
and a few minutes later, I was standing
before his desk, looking at his piercing grey
Adewale was six foot 4, massively built,
with a dark complexion, a big mouth
resting under broad nostrils, a mouth that
seemed to smile little and a pointed chin; A
big man, around fifty six, thick around the
middle, solid fat. He must work real hard to
keep himself in such good condition.
He studied me for maybe ten seconds
before he got up and t—-t out his hand, the
hand shake was knuckle cracking.
“Charles Michael good to see you” he said
with a voice that would require rapt
attention. I wondered how a small voice
could command such a huge empire.
“Good to meet you too” I offered myself a
seat; Mike raised a brow not hiding his
Hey am not here for a job interview.
Something about the meeting with Mike
seemed odd, I was in his office with him
alone, no executives; we didn’t discuss
much and before I knew it Mike was
signing a cheque! Mike even asked me to
stay and further help develop the app with.
He was offering me an employment.
I accepted, but I was only planning on
staying for a while.
The app was a “sms blocking app” there is
quite a lot of them out there, but I added
few extended functions on mine to suit the
Nigerian mass. The idea for the app came
when on a single day I received 23
messages from a single telecom
company’s third party sms short code
numbers, it was annoying and wouldn’t
stop flooding in. out of disgust I opened my
brainstorm, wrote algorithms, designed a
user interface and wrote the code. The
following week I placed the app on the play
store and did a little word of mouth advert.
Eventually the app took off, having two
hundred thousand download on its first
two weeks on the play store thanks to the
good hearted moderator of a famous forum
who moved the thread about the app to the
front page. Reviews about the app were
really positive, many users emphasized on
the feature of placing all four length
numbers that began with “50”, “33”, as
irrelevant users also liked that I had already
placed some of the annoying short codes
I had wanted to monetize the app, but I
didn’t want to spoil the user experience
with ads also Nigerians wouldn’t like the
idea of parting with their money; I had
created a solution to a problem I didn’t
want to create another one.
The popularity and usefulness of the app
had gotten me a big deal with “TMN” or so
I thought but there was something fishy
magazines didn’t call for interviews and I
didn’t see the news on blogs, I didn’t
bother myself as that wasn’t my business.
On my first week at TMN I met victory, a
hot stunning data analyst; brilliant, tall and
fair complexioned, I wanted to make
advances at her but TMN had a strict no
office romance so I befriended victory.
I had barely stayed two months at TMN
when Mike Adewale called me into his
office and made me an offer I just couldn’t
Click Here To See The List Of Our Completed Stories
DONATE TO US!
HELLO DEAR, DO YOU NEED ANY ASSISTANCE?
Always Use The Search At The Top or Bottom of This Page To Find Any Story Part You Need. Just Type The Name Of The Story You Are Looking For. And Boom, You Have It.
For Your Easy Access, Save Or Bookmark Our Website CoolStories22.Com On Your Favorite Browser, So That You Can Easily Re-visit Daily.
SHOW US LOVE!: