15/04/2026
Ok. I am not one to be proud to take back my f**k up! I was hasty in judging Pamtech Group.
I apologize!
I have seen and heard the reason for the disclaimer! Knowing that the PAMTECH boss is an alumnus of my school gave me the confidence to ask questions.
The said lady lady used to stand behind a charcoal press in a small dry-cleaning shop, the scent of starch and steam clinging to her skin like a second identity. Life was predictable—until he walked in.
He noticed but her sharpness—the way she spoke, the quiet confidence.Where others saw “just a worker,” he saw potential. He pulled her out of that life.
Gave her a position in his company. Trained her. Sat her in rooms she had never imagined entering. Within months, she wasn’t just an employee—she became the face of the brand. Polished. Respected. Known.
And the money? ₦1 million a month. More than she had ever dreamed.
He trusted her. Too much.
Because somewhere along the way, gratitude turned into ambition… and ambition into entitlement.
She started making calls behind closed doors.
Smiling in meetings he didn’t attend. Redirecting clients. Slowly, carefully, she began to position herself not as his representative—but as his equal… then quietly, his replacement.
The same voice he helped refine became the one whispering alternative deals to his biggest contacts.
The same doors he opened for her became the ones she slipped through—alone. He didn’t notice at first. Success has a way of blinding you when it looks like growth.
Until one day, contracts started disappearing.
Clients became distant.
And the empire he built began to feel… unfamiliar.
By the time he realized what was happening, she wasn’t just working for him anymore.
She was building her own kingdom—
with his bricks.
Hence the disclaimer!
Let her REFUTE this!
Once again I apologize for my take on the matter. Emotions can be messed up
