I entered the office, paper flying up and down, phones crying to be picked, investors threatening to pull out their money, and yes… the board calling for an immediate meeting.

You’re probably wondering what’s going on.
Even me, I was wondering how I got into this mess just my first week on the job!

My name is Bolatito.
Yes, omo Yoruba ni mi, sharp girl that normally runs from trouble. But here I was, in the middle of helping a company manage its biggest crisis yet. Life is funny.

When I got the job, I danced and sang,

“Finally, finally, the Lord has done it!”
Little did I know the “it” would come with thunder and breaking news. ⚡

Anyway, I joined as part of the PR department, under Crisis Management.
My boss, Anna, is beautiful but has that kind of face that says, “Try nonsense and you go collect.”
So I decided to stay humble.

My first day, I even settled a small fight between the HR Head and a junior staff.
But guess what? Before I could say “peace,” they both started advising me instead.
That’s how I knew this job would be drama.

Later that day, I began collecting key information from every department because you can’t manage a crisis if you don’t understand the house you’re protecting.

Then I reached the Finance Department.
Blue suits everywhere. Faces serious like Monday morning.
Something in my spirit said, “Bolatito, shine your eyes.”

As I entered, the department head was shouting at an intern.

“Who told you to cook nonsense in my financial statement?!”
The poor boy was shaking like a leaf.

When I walked in, the whole place went quiet.
In my head, I imagined a town crier shouting:

“Make way for Bolatito, Team Lead of Crisis Management!”

The boss turned to me and said harshly,

“Who are you, and what do you want?”

I opened my mouth but the tension in the air nearly stole my voice.
Finally, I managed to say,

“Sir, I’m from PR, Crisis Management team. I’m here to review financial statements and internal documents.”

He looked at me like I just told him I’m from EFCC.
Then said,

“Do you even know how to read a financial statement?”

The room burst into laughter.
I smiled and said confidently,

“Yes, sir.”

He hissed and told the intern, “Give it to her.”
That’s how I met Josh, the intern who handed me the document with eyes full of pity.

Hours later, during lunch, I saw Josh again. We sat together (he didn’t talk much). I showed him a section of the financial statement and asked,

“Can you explain this part to me?”

His eyes widened like he saw a ghost.
He whispered,

“Sorry, I gave you the wrong one. Let me bring the correct document.”
Then he carried it and disappeared like Flash.

Minutes later, he returned, handed me another document, and ran off again.
My spirit didn’t rest. Something wasn’t right.

Fast-forward to the afternoon, I decided to rest my head a bit. After all, it’s only the first week, abi?
Next thing, Anna storms into my office.

“Have you seen the news?”

I blinked. “Which news, ma?”

She showed me her phone, a viral post accusing our company of money laundering and being a shell company.
Over 50,000 likes, 5,000 comments, just 10 minutes old.

Everywhere was on fire, calls flying, journalists calling, chaos everywhere.

Then it hit me…
The financial statement.

That “wrong document” might not have been a mistake after all.

And that’s how my first week turned into a full-blown crisis management movie.