Ola took a deep breath as she stepped out of Ike’s office, feeling the weight of her father’s legacy pressing down on her. She decided to visit her father’s old office before heading to her new office. She didn’t want to sit in her father’s chair. Not yet at least. He was hardly cold in the ground.
Her mother had refused to go to the office until after forty days. Ola walked down the familiar hallway, she came here in her teens, every single footstep echoed on the well polished floor. One thing her father put into detail was how the building was designed. She watched her father hard at work in his meetings with shareholders and dealings with staff. The hallway was lined with framed photographs. Staff photos, company awards and achievements. The largest frame had the photograph of her father. She stood and stared back at the pair of eyes that looked at her through the photo. The sight of him brought back nostalgia. She remembered the things he taught her about the business. She was going to step into huge shoes. She prayed to get support from staff and shareholders.
She continued walking until she got to the door. She hesitated for a moment before pushing the door open. The room seemed untouched, there were bookshelves lined with books. The large desk where he spent hours had his Macbook, and a few notebooks, pens and some papers. She had to go through the documents to keep up the…
