Aira leaned back in her plush office chair, sipping champagne as she gazed out at Lagos's skyline. 'Let me get the bag first, then any other things can be added later,' she muttered, echoing her mantra. Who had time to explain every dollar spent?
As founder of techG, Aira's unique ideas and passion had propelled her to the top. No handouts, no shortcuts – just hard work and brains. Yet, rumors swirled that she'd used men to succeed. 'Lying,' she scoffed. Her independence was her power."
The wanna be girls came for her any chance they got, all because of Anderson – Trink Group's president's son. Handsome? Maybe. But Aira wasn't impressed. He'd never had to lift a finger; everything was handed to him. And he knew it, bragging like it was an art form. "Girl, I've got to work for me," she muttered, uninterested in his already-made life. TechG was hers, built from scratch.