Not up to two weeks after my POP, I went to a supermarket to buy bread. Inside, I noticed a man and his wife who had bought so many items that the security guard had to help them carry their things to the car. Seeing that it was too much, I decided to assist. When we were done, they kept thanking me. As I was about to go back into the supermarket, the wife asked what I was currently doing. I told her I had just finished serving and was about to enter the job market. She congratulated me and gave me her number, saying I should call her whenever I felt ready to start job hunting, that she would ensure her husband helped me with a job. I thanked them, but in my mind, I felt they were just saying it because I helped with their load. A week later, I decided to reach out to her. She invited me for a job interview at their house on a Sunday evening. When I got there, I was overwhelmed. I had never seen a house that big except in old Nigerian movies. The main gate alone made me panic. After the security man opened it, I even started removing my shoes to walk in barefoot because of how grand the place looked. He told me it wasn’t necessary, and that I should proceed since they had already informed him I was coming. Inside, I waited a while before her husband came out. He greeted me warmly and asked if everyone I met before seeing him had treated me well because he told them a very important guest was coming. I just smiled, still shocked by everything. The file I brought containing my CV and other documents, he told me not to bother with it because we would first be eating. At the dining table, his wife personally came out with food and drinks. I stood up to help her, but they both insisted I sit down because I was their guest. The kind of food and drinks I saw that day, honestly, money is good. While eating, he asked about my salary expectations. I initially gave the textbook answer about wanting to know the company’s salary structure. He stopped me, saying I should drop all those rehearsed lines and just mention what figure I felt was okay to start with. I said 250–300 Thousand Naira and he immediately said no problem. His wife congratulated me, saying I had gotten the job. Out of excitement, I said I could even resume the next day (which was Monday). He laughed and told me to take a week to prepare and start the following week instead. Before I left, they asked me to write down my details, account number and other information on a plain paper and drop it with someone. When I resumed, I realized my office was his office. He already had a secretary and a PA, but he told me there was no other place to put me except in his own office. He said I should see myself as his shadow, and then jokingly added that the only time I shouldn’t follow him as his shadow was when he was going to the restroom. The man is naturally funny, always smiling, and he has that small gap in his teeth that makes his smile even more noticeable. Weeks went by and I found myself doing almost nothing. Sometimes he would ask me what was trending in the entertainment industry or what kind of music “you young people” listen to so he and his wife could also enjoy it. They always send food to me right inside his office. Some days, he would give me newspapers to read and then summarize the news for him. Whenever he went out during the week, I followed him. Everywhere we went, he would introduce me to people as his daughter. The real shock came when I received my first salary. I got an alert of 450 Thousand Naira. I thought It was a mistake or part of my job requirement was to pay someone else from my account. When I went to thank him, he told me there was no need, that I worked and earned it. I asked for the account details of the other worker I was supposed to send money to. He laughed and said the money was mine alone, unless I personally wanted to give to another person. I couldn’t believe it. I had never seen that kind of money in my account before. I didn't even know when I started crying. It has now been three years since I started working with him. Although I am older, he and his wife still call me their daughter. They even advise me on marriage. His wife especially tells me about the kind of man I should settle down with. On days when he travels out of the country, I usually don’t bother going to his office. With his permission, I instead stay at their house to assist his wife or follow her to her boutique. More importantly, he has been the one guiding me on how to manage money. He was the one who explained investments to me. Till today, he has been the only one who has been able to provide me with a convincing and well-detailed explanation on the “foolish” question I always ask people about why Nigeria cannot just keep printing money anyhow. Now my challenge is this. I want to give them something tangible to show my appreciation. But what can I possibly give to people who already have everything?