Dear Lively Stones ,

I've been reading different stories and people response on your blog. Actually ,there were times I never believed some stories until mine happened . One should never claim to be too smart until he/she survives some circumstances .


I have been working in the banking sector for a while now,a little over six years and its been a very tough job I must confess. The financial targets and pressure that comes with it,is not even a joke. Many times,we are pushed to do un-imaginable things in order to meet these targets. So far,these six years,I have done some things but never have I had to use sex to meet my targets.


Yes,sex. Alot of us use it here to keep our jobs. I am not even going to get into all that. But I was determined to keep my pants on. I was ready to resign if it ever got to that point. I worked hard,I pitched hard,I did all but not drop my pants.


Early this year,when I received my target for the year,I told my husband that this might be the year that I would resign because there is no way I would bring in the kind of amount I was given as target. My husband and I prayed about it and agreed to do the right thing when the time comes.


Towards the end of January,my husband came back from work and said he ran into a former colleague of his who now works with a big oil firm. They spoke and he agreed to help me meet my targets. I met Hassan in his office days later and we started talking. He helped me set up important meetings with the big wigs of his company. It really looked like I was going to meet my target about five times more. I was so happy.The final meeting with them held and they agreed to sign with my bank. Hassan being the deputy MD said he would need a few more days to look through the documents before finally signing.


A week passed,no word from Hassan. I called him and he asked me to meet him at his hotel in VI. I went to see him and waited for almost four hours. He was in a meeting. He eventually came out and .......


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