nice write up, following

Mario1983:
nice write up, following

Thank you. I am not a full-time writer, so I squeeze out time to write. I will update today.

Itz soooo captivating....slap1, pls update soon.

Before Ify left the next morning, we rehearsed the plan. It was finally agreed that I would try to inveigle myself into my boss’ emotion. We did not easily agree to it, but it was deemed necessary in order to have something for the CEO, in case he was spying. We also decided that Ify would be among the ladies to work on the CEO, just to keep an eye on things. And if she happens to be the chosen one, then so be it. I felt bitter that she had to descend that low to help clean up my mess.


Life in the office went on as usual. As far as I could tell, no one knew what was happening except the CEO and me. My boss and I got along fine as we always had. It helped that she didn’t know what I’ve been asked to do. Over the next few days, things started happening. The CEO started moving closer to the net of one of the girls, a shapely twenty-two year old undergraduate. We hired five girls and paid them five thousand naira per outing. We gave them a different version of the story. They had done much more for much less, so it wasn’t a big deal.


Strangely, things changed between me and my boss. We had always communicated through phone calls and, occasionally, text messages. When she sent me a happy-new-month message, I thought nothing of it, and then she started sending me messages on whatsapp and calling “to check on me”. My first thought was that something must be wrong somewhere. Maybe she was even on the side of the CEO, trying to… do what exactly?


Three weeks later, my CEO was running out of patience. He called me into his office one evening, towards the end of work (there was something about that time) and told me I had one week to bring him pictorial proof that I was indeed working on our agreement. He asked that I get him something, a picture of me in a restaurant or bar with my boss, sitting unusually close to each other, anything to show a work in progress. He didn’t care how I did it.


I got home that day and was lost in thought. Ify’s mother had been admitted to a hospital in Enugu, so she had gone to be with her with no estimated time of return. I decided to put the deal with the girls on hold till she returned. They didn’t know me (every arrangement was made through Ify), so I decided to maintain my anonymity in case things went awry. It suddenly struck me, one evening, that I could actually drug my boss and carry out the plan. Why hadn’t I thought of this before? Ify would have objected straight away, but she wasn’t around, and I didn’t have to tell her. I did not embrace the decision easily, but I had no choice, I was running out of time. My face would be edited off the pictures I would take. She would know it was my doing, but yeah, life is unfair, and when the chips are down, it is everyone for himself. Ify may not like it when she returns, but so do I.


On Friday, I feigned a little fever and decided to go home earlier although we had work to do. I asked my boss whether I could come over to her place on Saturday if I felt strong enough. She easily agreed. We had been getting along well recently, I had even called one morning to ask how she was doing and whether there was something I could do after she complained of a migraine and left quite early the previous day. On Friday evening, I went to a drugstore and got what I needed and informed her that I felt better and would be coming the next day.


On Saturday morning, I set out for her place. My heart was beating, but time was also ticking. Self-preservation is the first law of nature, I consoled myself. Ify would be mad at me, but right now I wasn’t thinking straight. If Ify would leave me, so be it. Time eventually heals all wounds, I thought, as I pressed her door bell. The sound of her approaching footsteps sent my heart racing and brought sweat to my palms.

Iamehmakute
Judette
Mario1983

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Iamehmakute Judette Mario1983

Hmnn, things are really getting complicated. Nice one slap1

everywhere seem tensed,hope things don't go south. Op i keep saying it you're good at what you do.

“I woke up some minutes ago,” my boss said as she quickly walked back inside the house, perhaps explaining why she was still in her diaphanous night dress. I followed her, trying to avoid the faint outline of her panties and the graceful, effortless swing of her hips. She waved towards the leather chairs. “You may change the TV channel if you don’t like it. I’ll join you in a minute.” She disappeared into one of the adjoining rooms. I briefly wondered why people always said “in a minute” when they usually meant longer. CNN was showing on the TV, I left it that way.


Twenty minutes later, she came out, dressed in a black silk gown that outlined her enviable features and instantly knocked off many years from her. I joined her at the dinning for tea, after which she cleared the table and we both switched on our laptops. While we worked, I planned how I would carry out my plans. She hadn’t left the dinning when she was making the tea, or I would have quickly slipped the drug into her tea.


It was difficult to focus. Apart from the thought of carrying out my plans, there was the immediate need of keeping my body in check. The top two buttons of her gown were undone, and whenever I looked up, my eye always went there.


“Get me the blue file in that cupboard,” she said suddenly. I looked up. “Where?”


“That cupboard behind you,” she said.


“Never mind, I’ll get it myself.” She was already on her feet. She got the file and went back to her seat. After some minutes, I noticed she had stopped working and was looking at me. I didn’t want to look up to avoid meeting her gaze, but I felt sure she was looking at me, in that way the body feels the beam of the eyes.


“KC, close the laptop. I want to talk to you.” Everyone – except her – called me KC at the office, but hearing it from her felt like a compliment. She closed her laptop and pushed it slowly aside. I closed mine slowly, as though reluctantly, but I didn’t push it aside. She exhaled slowly and began her story. It was a bit about her private life, her late husband and the company, some of which I’ve already heard from the CEO. She spoke of her feeling of betrayal upon hearing the clause in the will that forbade her from taking another husband or losing her inheritance. It wasn’t only her position in the company as the CEO had told me, but also a large chunk of her husband’s properties. Her eyes became misty, her voice thick with emotions.


“I loved my husband,” she said, broken. “If there’s anything that has broken my health and always brought inexplicable tightness to my throat, it is that clause.” She shook her head sadly. “It made me feel very badly, like I was being unjustly punished.” Her voice was sounding stronger now. “It was his fault that we couldn’t have kids, we both knew that. Still I stood by him and took all the insults his people threw my way, only for him to…” she broke down in tears.


Had she been another person, I would have gone over, held her shoulders and offered comfort. But she was my boss, I felt embarrassed by her tears, as though I had walked into her unclothedness. Yet, as she sobbed and shook, I felt it would be quite ungentlemanly if I sat there and did nothing. I walked over and placed my hand lightly on her left shoulder. “I know it’s not OK. I can’t imagine the weight in your heart all these years, but just be strong, at least for yourself. No matter the seriousness of any situation, you can always make yourself laugh if you want to…” I trailed off, lost for words. Before I realized my other hand was on her right shoulder, I was already squeezing her shoulders. Suddenly, she reached up and placed her hands on mine. I stopped, frightened that I had been a little too forward and dreading the possible outcome. Then she started squeezing my hands, gently.

yea am back... @op gud write up. but why did you stop updatin?

iamehmakute:
yea am back...
@op gud write up. but why did you stop updatin?

Lack of time...but I'm already working on the next update. I want to finish the story before another update.

slap1:


Lack of time...but I'm already working on the next update. I want to finish the story before another update.

oOse that now why i go they everly gbadun you. waiting for an update

I starred at the ceiling, spent, feeling completely hollowed out. We lay in silence, listening to one another’s slow breathing and reliving the moment of charged ecstasy. We had gone at it like enraged bulls, driven by the crude desire to deflate our turgid selves. Now we just lay on our backs under the sheets, starring at the ceiling, thinking about god-knows-what.


She spoke first. “It’s been hell.” Her voice sounded a bit faint. I had nothing to say, so I merely turned to look at her great body and firm breasts, thinking how lucky I was. It felt like a prize, like a conquest. “What that bastard would give to have a picture of us like this.” There was a hint of triumph in her voice. Only if she knew what I had in mind these past few days and even until some hours ago. When she narrated her little story to me, when I rubbed and then squeezed her shoulders in consolation and pleasure, I decided there must be another way; a second betrayal might be too heavy for her heart.


“I have something to tell you,” I said, picking her hand from between our bodies and rubbing it gently as we both starred at the ceiling, backs on the mattress. I told her everything, from the forged signature in my CV to that meeting with the CEO, but I told it in a way that showed I never considered doing what the CEO said. She was quiet for a while after I finished.


“Udenwa is a small devil,” she said. “After the will was read, I decided I won’t assume the position of the director, let it be vacant for now, but I influenced major decisions in the company. I never like my husband’s friendship with that man. I still feel uncomfortable around him, which was why I decided to move over and head the new branch in Lagos against his wish. He wanted me to stay where he could monitor my movement, but I wasn’t having any of that.” She was quiet for a while, then she said, “I’ve often thought he might have doctored my husband’s will, because I was running a programme at Yale when he was dying in installments.” I dictated a sad tone in her voice and guessed she still missed her husband. A wave of jealousy flowed through me and I chided myself for that. “But that’s not possible,” she said after a moment’s thought. “The lawyer is an old family friend; he was also lawyer to my late father-in-law.”


Everyone has a price, I thought, but kept it to myself. “I’m sorry about the forgery,” I said, more from my curiosity to know what she thinks of it.


“It’s only the work experience part, right?”


“Yes.”


“It’s alright.”


“Thank you.” I wanted to find out what becomes of me, whether the forgery scandal still hung around my neck, but I didn’t know exactly how to go about it. I didn’t want to push my luck, so I decided to leave it for later, maybe before I left.


“Let’s get back to work,” my boss suddenly said, swinging her legs off the bed and as she threw on a t-shirt. I got out of bed and began dressing up. “And stop worrying about getting sacked. That’s not happening.”


“Thank you, ma. Thank you so much.” A heavy weight has been lifted off my heart. I smiled all the way out to my laptop.

op i swear you gud,but you need to work on updating frequently. do that and you will attract readers.
tnkz for updating

I went about my job with renewed vigour, buoyed by my boss’ promise that she would reject any move to sack me on the grounds that I have worked hard, against all odds, and the company was better off with me on board. I called Ify with news of my small victory, carefully editing the part I deemed fit and only telling her I decided, on a hunch, to open up to my boss and it had worked like magic. She was happy for me and said so, but I could sense her mother’s worsening health was getting the better of her; her voice was lacking the warmth I had always known it to have. I felt bad and promised to come to Enugu to see them during the weekend. On Friday evening, while trying to book a flight to Enugu online, my phone rang. It was Ify, obviously calling to make sure I was coming as planned.


“Hello, Nne. Good evening. I was about booking a flight to Enugu now. How’s mom?”


“She’s still there, just a little improvement, but that’s not why I called.”


“OK?” There was obviously something else.


“Something interesting happened here this afternoon, a nurse just told me about it a few minutes ago.” I kept quiet, willing her to continue. She breathed out heavily.


“You won’t believe this. According to the nurse, a very sick patient had confided in her that she didn’t think she would survive the sickness and wanted to make a confession before she died. She confessed to being a secretary at a law firm who was coerced by her boss into altering the original will of a dying wealthy man to favour his best friend and confidant against his wife. She said she had typed the original will long ago, when the man was still alive and…”


“You’re serious about this, baby?”


“I’m telling you what I heard. I didn’t see the woman myself. And we can’t be sure it’s your company here.”


“Yeah, that’s true,” I said, still convinced that it had to be what I thought it was. Why would a man insert a clause like that in his will? “I’m coming to Enugu tomorrow morning, and I would love to see that woman.”


“It’s OK,” Ify said. “Take care of yourself.”


“You too.”


My flight was unusually punctual and before 9:30 am the next morning, I was sitting beside a weak, teary-eyed, middle-aged woman. My suspicions were correct. She confirmed the company in question was indeed Lima Pharmaceuticals. She was unjustly fired the same year she was forced to type that document but she made copies of the original and forged documents and still knew someone who might be willing to testify. When I mentioned it, she said it was OK to call my boss.


“Are you sure about this?” my boss asked when I called her with the news.


“Yes. I’m sitting beside her right now.”
“I’ll be there in an hour,” she said, meaning she could probably use a chattered flight.


“And get a small camcorder; I don’t know where I kept mine.”


Fifty-five minutes later, I met her downstairs and led her into the ward. The woman authorized the use of the camcorder; she obviously had nothing to lose. She finished by saying she was deeply sorry. My boss said she understood there was nothing she could have done in the circumstance. We contacted someone from her family who she told where to get copies of the documents. Before she left, my boss paid her hospital bills and offered to take her to a specialist hospital in Abuja.


“When are you coming back?” she asked as we walked out to the airport taxi waiting in the hospital’s parking lot.
“Tomorrow morning.”


“OK. We need to sue those bastards. I’ll call my lawyer to know whether the document and video recording are enough grounds for an arrest. If possible, I’m getting him arrested Monday morning, right in front of all the staff.”


The way he looked at me that Monday morning, as he was being led away by plainclothes policemen, showed he believed I had a hand in his predicament. His requests to first see his lawyer was wordlessly ignored as they led him out to the blue Toyota Hilux. I couldn’t feel sorry for him, he got what he deserved. I walked back to my office as the Hilux drove away.

*THE END*

Special thanks to iamehmakute for his dedicated following.

Thanks for finding time to complete the story. I enjoyed it thoroughly n will read it over again

Akpabioism:
Thanks for finding time to complete the story. I enjoyed it thoroughly n will read it over again

Thanks a lot!

making sense









thumbs up man

A good story and worth the time. Well done.

Good story, I like the way it ended. The CEO got served.

Thanks everyone for the nice comments.

A great story indeed but u summarized it quicker than I expected. U deserve more readers not just nairalanders. More grease to your elbow.

Yes, I had to finish it quicker than I planned so I could face other things...

correct guy,nice ending. mimicious darling bring the fish peppersoup letz celebrate slap.

iamehmakute:
correct guy,nice ending. mimicious darling bring the fish peppersoup letz celebrate slap.

Ayam coming

Ooooops, that was so great. Amazing story. Thumbs up bro

slap1:
Thanks everyone for the nice comments. Lalasticlala no dey come this side again.

very nice story sir...... So this is why you always carry your laptop around looking for light. I don catch you for NL n i m nw stickd to ur stories. #gudchd
B-)

etcme:

very nice story sir...... So this is why you always carry your laptop around looking for light. I don catch you for NL n i m nw stickd to ur stories. #gudchd
B-)

etcme:

very nice story sir...... So this is why you always carry your laptop around looking for light. I don catch you for NL n i m nw stickd to ur stories. #gudchd
B-)

Hey, who are you?

i really gbadun dis story Superp work..May God grant u more knowledge.

slap1:

Hey, who are you?

Never mind sha.......

Intriguing and enjoyable.