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Episode 5) The Bonny Island Massacre

Yvonne’s sleep was interrupted by the buzz of her phone, and it was not even the alarm. She opened her eyes and saw that she was cocooned in Femi’s arms. Since she got back from Abuja, they had been spending their days and nights together, even though they have only gotten as far as cuddling. She stretched and maneuvered her body across his to get her phone lying on the bedside table. She slides to receive the call, and heard a voice that she only heard on television, but never up close.
“Kudos to you, Yvonne Ngegwu. You have shown your claws, I was beginning to believe you were really an angel” the voice said in cold calmness. Yvonne felt the coldness of the words run down the length of her spine.
Yvonne: “Ma’am Daisy, so good to hear from you. I didn’t know you had my number. What a wakeup call, one would think we are lovers” she said sarcastically, and bent to place a kiss on Femi, who seemed to be rousing from sleep. She left the bed quietly and tiptoed to the bathroom.
Daisy: “Oh smartass. Congratulations, you stopped me from coming with Daisy Advertising to Port-Harcourt. You must be proud of yourself, well I hope you are ready because my gloves are off, seeing as I am not dealing with a little defenseless girl. It was nice talking to you” she said and before Yvonne could fashion a rebuttal, she heard the dead tone; Daisy had hung up on her. She stared at the phone with surprise, somewhere in the recesses of her mind, was worry over what Daisy would do. She opened the door, and came face to face with Femi.
Yvonne: “Oh sweetheart, you are up” she said nervously, while Femi watched with puzzled expression.
Femi: “Is there a reason you are nervous?” he asked, his eyes on her fingers which were coiling and uncoiling around her phone.
Yvonne: “I am not nervous, just feeling under this morning. Think you can handle the office while I take a day off?”
Femi: “I can handle were office, but what is going on? You were making a call, who was that?” he asked refusing to let it go. Panic came over Yvonne, but she quickly thought of something. She couldn’t possibly tell Femi that she had used her means to stop Daisy. That all the smear campaign Mira was doing on social media, was par her instructions. She also couldn’t tell him about what she did in Abuja.
Yvonne: “It was mother; she has once again reminded me that I am not important to her. She will not be around for my birthday, she would be in Brazil for a summit” she said, remembering the argument she had with her mother last night. It was the reason she had driven to Femi’s house. She cringed at the words she had flung at her mother in anger. She made a note to self, to send an apology to her mother.
Femi: “Oh sorry my love, you will not be lonely on your day, I promise you” he said wrapping his hands around her. The bulge between his legs pressed against her butt, and she was reminded yet again that, she was the reason they were not having sex. It was not any lack of want on Femi’s side. She felt good about being desired by her man.
Yvonne: “You got work” she said and pushed him away softly.
Yvonne dressed up with Femi, and they left the house together, while she left for home, Femi left for Coveteur. On her way home, she got a message on her phone, which she hurriedly checked. It was from Mira, asking her to check Facebook She knew the site was a trending site with the latest Naija gist, so she knew there was hot gist waiting for her. But what she saw was not what she expected.
The trending news on the site was
Power Broking; Abuja connection,
and her pictures were all over the article, pictures showing her in deep conversation with Raji Lawal, a top politician in the opposition party.
Yvonne: “No, no, no, this is not happening” she said to herself, as she tried to navigate her car through traffic.
The country was sizzling with political tension, the ruling party, AFC, and the opposition party,NPC, were at each other’s throat, and flinging accusations across the fence. It was a bad time to be caught with a politician. Her meeting with Raji, a middle aged politician and Minister of Works, Power and Housing had not been about politics, but about the cold war between her and Daisy. It was the meeting that got Daisy’s license to do business in that building revoked, and many faults were found with the building, so much that Daisy had no choice but to sell it off, and leave Port Harcourt with her tail between her legs.
But now the public was drawing insinuations and soon people would think she was in NPC’s camp. Yvonne had tried all she could to play politics the safe way, and that was, sitting on the fence. Now these pictures were going to destroy her efforts.
Mira was in the office she had been given, going over last minute details of the presentation she was going to do at the meeting with representatives from Darliz, a client they were trying to land. There was a knock on the door, and Femi walked in. One look at his face, Mira knew there was fire on the mountain.
Femi: “What do you know about Yvonne’s Abuja trip?” he fired.
Mira: “You didn’t know about it?” she retorted with a question of her own, acting all innocent.
Femi: “I knew it was for meeting with a potential client, but this politician she is seen with, doesn’t look like a client to me. Then suddenly, Daisy Advertising is experiencing problems with operating in Port-Harcourt and has sold their building? Tell me, Yvonne has nothing to do with this” he said with his hands on his waist.
Mira didn’t want to seem like a traitor to her friend, but she also did not want the new lovebirds to be at peace, so she told Femi what he wanted to know, not with her lips, but with her eyes. She looked guilty as much as she could and averted her eyes coyly.
Femi: “I cannot believe this!” he exclaimed and stormed out of her office. Mira hid laughter with her hands to her mouth. Joy bubbled inside of her as she thought of the implication of Femi finding out what Yvonne had done; he wouldn’t trust her anymore. When trust is gone, relationship is broken.(Add 07060464153 for more stories)
“Well done Mira. Soon Femi will realize what a mistake he made in going for Yvonne. Such conceited bitch” she thought.
Yvonne of unaware of the state Femi was in, and so, after calling him severally without getting any response, she picked up her car keys and left the house. She drove straight to Femi’s house and met him driving in. When he parked, she alighted from her car and walked up to his car. She had a smile on her lips, which froze in place when Femi got out of the car. His face was stony and he wouldn’t look at Yvonne.
Yvonne: “Femo, what is wrong?”
Femi: “You tell me. Tell me about your Abuja trip and tell me about Daisy Advertising” he said in a cold voice.
Yvonne: “It is not what you think, love” she replied weakly.
Femi: “It is exactly what I think. You lied to me, you flouted my decisions.” He yelled angrily. It was the first time she was seeing him in that state, and she got scared. She moved away from him and gazed with pleading eyes at him.
Yvonne: “I can explain, Femi. Hear me out, ejoo” she pleaded.
Femi: “I don’t think I can trust you. If you could look me in the eyes and lie to me, I definitely cannot trust you” he thundered.
Yvonne: “I did it for Coveteur! Daisy bit more than she could chew. Haba! she sabotaged us and we did nothing about it, should I have allowed her run us out of town?” she yelled, suddenly angry herself. She could not understand why Femi was blowing it out of proportions.
Femi: “Yvonne, I cannot look at you right now. Just get out” he said closing his eyes.
Yvonne: “Femi, I should get out. Alright” she said with finality in her voice as she turned and walked back to her car. She started the ignition and drove out of Femi’s compound with such speed that rose up dust.
Yvonne: “What did I just do?” she soliloquized as she tried to see her way through eyes that shone with unshed tears.
Question: What is going to happen to Yvonne and Femi’s new relationship now that trust is broken? Also How would Daisy avenge what Yvonne did to her?
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(Episode 4) The Bonny Island Massacre

Mira was waiting in front of her gate as usual for Yvonne to pass by and take her to the office, but instead of Yvonne, she got a call.
Yvonne: “Hello Mira. I am so glad to have you at Coveteur because I already have an assignment that only you can do” she said excitedly.
Mira: “Eh, so where are you nau?” she asked impatiently.
Yvonne: “Oh sorry, I cannot pick you up today. Femi is driving me to work. Anyways I have a surprise for you, so get to Coveteur already. See you!” she replied and hung up.
Mira looked at the phone in dismay and shook her head. She felt it was unfair that Yvonne would just decide to have Femi drive her, not minding how she was going to make her way to the office.
Mira: “So how am I going to navigate this Lagos traffic now, jumping from one bus to another” she said to herself, tears of frustration was already shining in her eyes.
As Mira walked through the gates of Coveteur, she already had dreams about climbing up the corporate ladder and if possible ousting Yvonne. After all, if she got Femi, she could convince him to force Yvonne to sell her shares. Her ambitions gave her spirit a lift and she walked with bouncy steps into the shiny marble floored lobby, where a computer voice said ‘Welcome’ to everyone that stepped through the automatic doors.
Receptionist: “Hello ma’am, how can I be of help?” the skinny, but big breasted receptionist asked, with a plastic smile pasted on her face. Mira thought within her that perhaps the breasts were not real, as they were too big to be natural for someone of her size.
Mira: “Well, I have been asked to resume here by Yvonne Ngegwu” she said, with a plastic smile of her own.
Receptionist: “Oh, take the elevator to the top floor, that is where the bosses are” she said, as her smile faltered. Mira looked at her critically and realized that she had probably had an episode with one of the bosses. Her best guess was Femi. She decided to pick the receptionist’s brain.
Mira: “A sister to a sister, what are the bosses like?” she asked, putting on her best vulnerable face.
Receptionist: “Yvonne is sweet, but she knows when to be a boss. Femi is just like her pet, and he is a heart breaker. Stay clear from Femi, for your heart’s sake” the receptionist replied, pointing long, red painted talons at her.
Mira laughed as her suspicions were confirmed. She waved at the receptionist and went on her way. Stepping out of the elevator, she saw just two offices on this floor, facing each other at irregular angles. One was marked ‘Yvonne Ngegwu’, and the other was marked ‘Olufemi Olaitan’. She debated within herself, whether to go to Femi’s office or Yvonne’s. She decided to go to Yvonne’s so she could hear what assignment she had for her. She knocked and opened the door, with a smile, that froze on her lips at the sight before her.
Femi was perched on the table, and Yvonne was wedged between his legs, with her hands wrapped around his neck, and her lips on his. They were so lost in themselves that they didn’t hear the knock or even moved when Mira entered. Mira froze in her steps and gaped at them in confusion; she didn’t know if she should go out or announce her presence. What she really felt like doing was, yanking Yvonne away from Femi.
Mira decided to announce her presence; she did this by clearing her throat. The lovers separated and Yvonne looked at her with a smirk on her face, like she was flaunting her relationship with Femi. Then the worst happened to Mira.
Yvonne: “Tada! See who got engaged” she exclaimed with her left hand bent in Mira’s face. Mira’s eyes looked on the hand and her eyes caught on the fourth finger, on which was nestled a canary yellow diamond ring shaped in the form of ‘Y’.
Yvonne: “Isn’t Femi the most romantic man on earth, he made a customized diamond ring with my name initial” she said with glee, turning her hand this way and that way for the ring to catch the light. Mira stepped closer, with one intent only; to yank the ring off Yvonne’s fingers, for the ring was supposed to be hers. She took Yvonne’s hand and fingered the beautiful ring. But sense took over and she smiled.
Mira: “The ring is beautiful, but you guys were not dating, now you are getting married?” she asked sarcastically.
Femi: “Why wait, I have loved Yvonne ever since I met her. Besides we are not talking about fixing a date yet. Even though I want to marry Yvonne right now, she wants us to wait till Coveteur goes public and trading on the stock exchange. That is our goal, when we meet it, we will get married.” He said with doe eyes on Yvonne. Their love was palpable and it irritated Mira.
Yvonne: “Give or take, six months from now” she put in, with a giggle.
Mira: “Oh well, I am happy for you” she said with a smile she did not feel.
Femi: “I will leave you ladies to sensitizing her to the job she is required to do here. Lunch is on me, bae” he said that last part looking at Yvonne. He brushed a kiss on her fore-head before leaving her office.
Mira: “Wow Yvonne, are you sure about what you are doing?” she asked, as she drew out a seat opposite Yvonne.
Yvonne: “I am so sure, baby girl” she replied perusing some files on her table. Even though Mira was smiling, there was a look in her eyes that made her know Mira was not happy with her new relationship. But being the gracious person she was, she didn’t blame Mira for her jealousy, who wouldn’t be jealous of a woman that had Femi’s heart? Femi was the most eligible bachelor residing in Port-Harcourt.
Mira: “Femi is a player, you were there, and you saw how he treated his girlfriends. This playboy isn’t settling down anytime soon” she insisted.
Yvonne: “You are so wrong. Underneath all that mannerism, was a soul searching for completion. I know this because that was how I felt. I am a socialite, always at exclusive events, on the red carpet strutting my tight fashion game, or on covers with dazzling smiles, but underneath all that my soul needed completion” she replied passionately, that Mira was too stunned to b b fathom a rebuttal.
Mira: “If you are sure… I will be here when he breaks your heart, I will be a shoulder…” she was saying, but Yvonne cut her off.
Yvonne: ‘Don’t count on it Mira” she interjected, and there was an awkward silence. Yvonne exhaled and turned to Mira with a smile. She loved Mira and was not going to let a man come between them.
Yvonne: “I know you are only looking out for me and I appreciate it. My heart has been broken countless times that one more time won’t matter” she said and left her desk to go perch on the table close to where Mira was sitting.
Mira: “I got you, girlfriend” she quipped, squeezing her friend’s hand.
Yvonne: “You remember Daisy?” she asked.
Mira: “Daisy of Daisy advertising?”
Yvonne: ‘Yes that one. She is coming to Port-Harcourt with a building that almost rivals Coveteur’s. After the stunt she put up with the sabotage, this is an affront and I will not take it lying down” she said with that determined glint in her eyes.
Mira: “What do you have in mind?” she asked, crossing her legs. She smelt a good fight and she loved fights. She was termed social media’s Queen of Drama, because she was always fighting on Instagram or Facebook, throwing shades and subs.
Yvonne: “Queen of Drama, I need your expertise on this one. I want you to trend some slutty information about Daisy on Facebook and Instagram. I want to run her out of Port-Harcourt. On my end, I will be meeting with some powers that be to seize that building or do something to run her out of town” she said
Mira: “You are not a good person at all” she said playfully. But she thought of what the receptionist had said and things that had happened over the years. She realized that Yvonne had many facets, she could be sweet and at the same time ruthless when she saw someone like a perceived enemy.
Yvonne: “She sabotaged our company and I let it slide. But coming on to my turf, that is not acceptable. I am going to Abuja to meet with some power brokers in the Ministry of Works, Power and Housing” she told Mira.
Mira: “What is up with your birthday, is it the usual crowd?” she asked, changing the topic, she didn’t like to be reminded that Yvonne rubbed shoulders with people in the corridors of power.
Yvonne: “Obviously, when I am back from Abuja, we will meet with an event planner”
Question: What does Yvonne plan to do in Abuja, will it come and haunt her in the future? What is the state of Mira’s heart towards her friend, can she kill her friend if it comes down to it?
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(Episode 3) The Bonny Island Massacre

Yvonne: “Oh my God, I think I am going to faint” she said as her vision became blurry and she felt herself going to the ground.
Femi was looking at her and then he realized she was slowly going to the ground. He rushed towards her and grabbed her before she reached the ground. She fainted in his arms and when she came to, his eyes were the first she saw. There was so much love and adoration in them, that she believed she was dreaming. It couldn’t be that Femi whom she had loved, secretly harbored the same feelings towards her.
Yvonne: “I have always loved you, and I cannot believe that you love me too” she said as he lifted her and guided her into a seat.
Femi: “I showed you all the signs, how could you not see them?” he asked incredulously. They laughed as they shared their first kiss. Yvonne had visualized this moment in all her fantasies, but she had never known how sweet it would be. After all the excitement, they ordered some Chinese cuisine.
While they waited for their food, Femi checked his phone and saw missed calls from Mira. He remembered she had asked to see him. He wondered why she wanted to see him. Femi quickly typed a reply to him.
“I cannot make it today, was with a friend. See you tomorrow. Welcome to Coveteur” he typed and sent to her.
Mira paced up and down her room, still in her lingerie, wondering why Femi was not picking her calls. Then a message entered her phone, and she read it.
Mira: “No, no, no. You didn’t just stand me up” she said through clenched teeth. Then a thought came to her. She wondered who the friend was, that Femi was with, that made him neglect their supposed meeting. She felt it was Yvonne, but she had to be sure, so she dialed Yvonne’s number. It rang for a while and then Yvonne picked. But what Mira heard was a squeal. She pulled the phone away from her ear, and checked the number to be sure that it was Yvonne she had dialed. When she was sure that it was Yvonne she put the phone back to her ears and listened to the words that set the course of the events that followed.
Yvonne: “Femi proposed to me! He wants me to marry him, Mira!” she kept squealing with so much excitement.
Mira: “Why are you so happy like you won a jackpot na? I didn’t know you liked him oh” she said grudgingly.
Yvonne: “I have loved him like forever. But, I am not one to chase a guy, you know, poor conservative me” she replied, with her voice filled with joy.
Mira: “Whatever, talk later. It is obvious our sleepover is cancelled”
Yvonne: “You canceled on me first, why?”
Mira: “I was hanging out with someone” she lied, and hung up abruptly. She threw her phone angrily at the wall, it missed and fell on the ground, breaking her screen. Then she yanked off the lingerie from her body, her anger emanated from her pores like toxic fumes.
Mira: “Damn you Yvonne, you can’t have everything. You could have had any guy you wanted,, but you took this one. I want this one, and I must have this one” she said. Her facial features were contorted in fury, as she stood before her floor length mirror, naked.
Question: What step would Mira take to win Femi back? What fate awaits the lovers?
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(Episode 3) The Bonny Island Massacre

Mira had decided to take matters into her hands; she was not going to wait and make Femi fall in love with her, if he wanted, he should have fallen in love with her all these years. She remembered when they used to be very close, he had met Yvonne through her, and even then she was his favorite. But over the years they had drifted apart even when she had shown him all the signs. Mira always wondered what happened to their bond.
Anyways, she sent a message to Femi asking him to meet her at home, she stressed the fact that they had something important to discuss. After coming home from the office, she had cleaned her apartment till it gleamed. She also put a bottle of red wine in the refrigerator; she was not the cooking type so she did not bother with cooking.
“Who seduces a man with food anyway?” she thought with a smirk.
Then she took a long time to shower, using a bit of scented oil, and lavender. After which, she donned a red lacy lingerie. Her hair was in an up-do and her dark skin gleamed with the oil she had rubbed on her body.
Mira: “There is no way you will not succumb to me, Femi” she said aloud as she looked at her reflection in the mirror. She laid on the bed to wait for Femi, lying in a sexy way, allowing the curve of her hips to rise up, so that peradventure she fell asleep, Femi would be seduced even by the way she slept.
Yvonne looked at the text Mira had sent, telling her that she couldn’t make their sleepover, as she had a date. Yvonne had put one and two together and arrived at the conclusion that she cancelled their sleepover because of her date with Femi. She wanted so much to be happy for them, to wish them a happy relationship, but she just couldn’t. Her heart felt cold as she thought of the one truth; that her friends would soon relegate her to the background. Mira was already cancelling dates with her because of Femi, and Femi would soon have to devote his spare time with his new boo. She mourned the loss of her friends even before she lost them.
All her life, she had felt alone. Being an only child of parents who valued wealth acquisition more than their own child, had not been the best experience. Her life had been filled with loneliness, it was the reason she found succor in books, as a result she became smart and quite knowledgeable. But her life changed when she met Mira. Mira had walked into class late in their first week in the University, and the lecturer had picked on her. When she was asked a question she couldn’t answer, Yvonne whispered the answer to her, and that was how they became friends.
Even though Yvonne felt lonely, she had numerous fans because her parents always took her to the most exclusive parties owing to her erstwhile model mother. Whenever Yvonne was caught on the red carpet, her fashion game was tight, and the fashion watchers took notice, soon she was being invited to cover magazines. Yvonne socialized when she was required to, she smiled and air kissed whosoever wanted the treatment, but she went back to her solitude, when all the socializing was done. People wanted to be like her but they didn’t know how lonely she was. So now that her friends were about to relegate her to the background, she was really scared. But like before, she was ready to keep up appearances.
She picked up a black gown with gold paintings on one side. The gown was just above her knee and it was figure hugging, with off shoulder short sleeves. She completed the look with a pair of Fendi Hypnoteyes sandals, and a little squishy purse.
Yvonne: “I look good enough to have my heart broken” she said to her reflection in the mirror, flashing a sad smile.
As Yvonne entered Asia town, something caught her attention; it was not the whites scattered all over the place, it was Femi sitting all alone, and lighting up when he saw her. She walked shyly to the table where he was seated, berating herself for coming earlier than Mira, who was about to be proposed to. Then Femi spoke and her world changed forever. Whether it was for good or bad, was yet to be seen.
Femi: “Am sorry for making you feel like I was going to propose to someone else,. It is you Yvonne. I have loved you from the very first time I met you. But I didn’t want to come on to you like the other guys that had come into your life. But you gave me friendship that was far worthy than rubies, and I could not destroy that. But I cannot hold it in any longer, I love you and I know you can love me, if you only try. Marry me Yvonne” he said already on his knee and flashing a small box , on whose pillow was nestled a diamond encrusted ring.

(continuation of rpisode 2)
Yvonne: “We all have hunger in our eyes because we all long for something. Mira always longed for success, so she can change her family” she defended her friend.
Femi: “What do you long for?” he asked, and Yvonne lowered her eyes, using her long eyelashes to shield her eyes from Femi’s gaze. She had a secret to guard.
Since she was little, she had always felt like no one really loved her. Her mother told her she had fallen pregnant with her when she was not ready to have children. She was at the peak of her modeling career, and her pregnancy had made her fall behind her peers. By the time she was delivered of her baby, her body had changed and no matter what she did, that body which got brands running after her was gone, and in its place was a very curvy pear shape that the industry was not open to, at that time. Yvonne always felt like under all the love her mother showered on her, there was resentment for ending her career. Her mother was now the most powerful woman in Port-Harcourt owing to her chain of stores across the country and abroad and her hold in the oil and gas industry, but she always reminded Yvonne that she left modeling because of her.
She had dated guys who always ended up asking her for jobs and contracts at her father’s Oil and Gas Company. She always gave and gave, and when they had nothing to collect from her anymore, they always left. She was that girl who was beautiful but always nursed heartbreaks. So, if there was one thing Yvonne longed for, it was true love. But she was not ready to tell this to Femi.
Femi: “Can you spare me an hour out of your busy schedule; I want us to have dinner at Asia Town. I know how much you like Chinese. I want to ask a girl out and I need moral support” he said looking intently at Yvonne.
Yvonne: “You are going to ask a girl out?” she asked, with arched brows, as her heart rate quickened.
Femi: “Yes I am. I am scared she will not accept, we have been so close that I am afraid I have been friend zoned” he replied.
Yvonne thought of what he had said, and came to the conclusion that Femi wanted to ask Mira out. Here she was thinking that Femi had issues with Mira, not knowing that he was falling in love with her. She was happy for them, but she could not deny that her heart was breaking. She guessed that she had carried on a relationship with Femi in her head, believing that Femi liked her and in time would come to love her. But it was wrong; she felt she had misread him. She looked away so he wouldn’t see the shimmering in her eyes caused by unshed tears.
Yvonne: “Happy for you guys. I really need to work now, see you in the evening” she said curtly. Femi blew her a kiss and left.
When he was gone, Yvonne looked up and whisked away the teardrop that was threatening to fall, with the tip of her finger. She braced herself for a new Femi because she was sure that Mira would not allow him be as close as he was to her. She made a decision to put the interest of the company first and not allow her broken heart interfere in her business relationship with Femi.
Question: Who do you think Femi will propose to, and what effect would it have on the three?
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(Episode 2) The Bonny Island Massacre

Yvonne was the only child of the Ngegwu family. The Ngegwus were like royalty in Port-Harcourt, they were the richest family in Port-Harcourt, with stronghold in the oil industry. It was an understatement to say that Yvonne was the richest girl under thirty in the whole of South-South. But Yvonne was not the kind of person who saw wealth as a privilege. She always felt that anyone who approached her for friendship was doing so because of her beauty and her family’s status. Whenever she organized a party, people lobbied just to be invited to the party, they believed if you were at her party, you were the in-crowd. People came from as far as Lagos just to attend her parties.
It was the reason; Femi was the only friend she really trusted. He had no romantic designs on her, even though she wished he would, and his family was as well off as hers, so he didn’t need any favors from her. Mira was her friend because she liked Mira. There was this tenacity in Mira that she loved, and she was ready to help Mira anyway she could.
Some celebrities had invited her to star in their music videos, but she always turned them down. The only time she had been on television was for the advertisement of their company when they just started, two years ago. Her popularity made it easy for Coveteur to become a household name within two years despite being headquartered in Port-Harcourt, unlike their competitors who had head quarters in Lagos and Abuja.
As if Femi was reading her thoughts, he walked into her office, with the idea of an office in Lagos.
Femi: “Yvonne, I am thinking it is about time we opened a Lagos office” he said sitting crossed legs on the edge of her polished glass table.
Yvonne: “Femo, we are just two years old, and as much as I appreciate our tremendous success, I still think it is too early to expand” she retorted, signing some documents on her desk.
Femi: “Would you still think that way, when I tell you that Daisy Advertising is coming to Port-Harcourt. You know that glass building we are always talking about, just before Waterline? That is where they are buying” he said and watched as the color drained from Yvonne’s face.
Daisy Advertising was owned by a woman named Daisy; she was 45 years old and had been in the industry for a long time. However, Coveteur had come out from nowhere and was getting all the big clients, so she had declared war on them. One time she had sent a spy who came to Coveteur under the guise of seeking employment. The spy was good in bringing up good advertisement ideas that their clients loved and they had put him in charge of the big accounts. But he had sabotaged all the deals and they lost half of their big clients. Things had gone bad for them and they didn’t understand why, until Femi had stumbled on the spy talking to Daisy on phone. He had put a private investigator on him and caught him on camera giving sensitive documents to Daisy when they met three times a week.
After ousting him, it had taken them doggedness and their connections to get them back to the top. Now Daisy was back, in their backyard. Yvonne swore to herself, that she would throw Daisy out, Port-Harcourt was hers alone.
Yvonne: “I will send her packing. She wants to fight dirty, let’s do that” she said with determination in her cat-like eyes.
Femi: “Darling, I know that look, please don’t go into the gutters with Daisy. Our work will speak for us, we clambered our way up, from among thousands of advertising companies, and we will still take over from Daisy with hard work, not with dirty tricks.” He implored.
Yvonne: “Who said anything about dirty tricks?” she asked with a wry smile. She had perfected her plans in her mind, and she knew just what she had to do. She also knew who she needed to help her.
Femi: “We have to take it to her in Lagos” he insisted.
Yvonne: “Our location had never stopped us before, it is too early to expand” she said with finality. They were both equal partners, but Femi was used to her rigidity when she was sure about something. Most times she was right, so Femi had learned to trust her judgment.
Femi: “Yes mum” he said sarcastically. “What are you doing after work?” he asked, after a while.
Yvonne: “Planning my forth coming birthday” she replied, her eyes on the mail she was sending to Mira.
Femi: “With Mira, no doubt” he quipped and Yvonne did not miss the underlying note of disapproval in his voice.
Yvonne: “What is up with that? Why do I feel like you don’t like Mira? You guys used to be close; I even thought you had feelings for her. What happened?” she asked, as she clicked ‘send’, and turned her full attention to Femi.
Femi: “ I just think you should be careful around her, she has this hunger in her eyes” he said absent mindedly, his eyes having a faraway look in them.

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(continuation of Episode 1) The Bonny Island Massacre

Mira: “My job at Elecktro has become boring, I need a career change. Why not advertising?” she replied with a smile. But that was not the reason that she decided to join them at their company. She realized, while watching them that, their job brought them closer, they spent every waking hour with each other. So she decided that before Femi began to fall in love with Yvonne, she best step in.
Femi: “Well, what can you do?” he asked and Mira had to convince herself that she did not just hear reluctance in Femi’s voice. She told herself that, it couldn’t be that Femi didn’t want her in the company.
Yvonne: “Femo, Mira is a titan when it comes to business deals, she can sweet talk a hard spender into spending all his money. We need her in the business strategy department” she put in still concentrating on the road.
Femi: “Perhaps, but she doesn’t come close to you, you turn into something else when you get in that zone” he retorted and Mira could not help but see the admiration in his eyes. She clenched and unclenched her fist.
Yvonne: “You play too much Femi” she said and hit him playfully on his muscular arm.
Mira: “So drop me at Elecktro, so I can submit my resignation. Tomorrow I can start over at Coveteur” she said, looking from Femi to Yvonne.
Yvonne: “Sure” she said, but Femi only nodded. They continued their discussion on their clients while Mira went into herself. She always did this when she needed to think; her eyes would become immobile, and she would sit still. She was no longer inside the car but back in her life. She thought of all her struggles, nothing had come easy for her.
Mira’s father died when she was just in year two of her University; prior to that time, her father had been a civil servant and though his level 15 salary was barely enough for all their needs, they were comfortable. But when he died, they found out that life was really not a bed of roses. Her mother told her to stop schooling as there was no money to foot her school bills. Mira refused and for the whole of year three, Yvonne footed her bills. This was the beginning of her resentment towards Yvonne. Instead of being grateful, she began to resent Yvonne for being rich enough to sponsor her education. When Yvonne had offered to pay her final year bills, she refused, determined to find a way and foot her own bills. That was how she began her double standard life, which no one knew about.
She slept with rich, old men for money. She tried to stay away from the overly rich, for fear of being used for money rituals. Therefore the money she got from her debauchery was just enough for her education and could not support a luxury lifestyle. But, not wanting to be inferior to Yvonne, she still kept up with her luxurious lifestyle, sometimes borrowing Yvonne’s bags and shoes. That was how Yvonne started giving her clothes she didn’t want to wear again.
Refusing to allow Yvonne be the owner of her life, was the reason she refused the job offer to work at Coveteur, but now she was ready to do anything just to get Femi to love her. In her heart, she decided to proposition him, since he had not gotten all her signals.
Yvonne: “Baby girl, we are at your company” Yvonne’s voice broke through the subconscious cocoon that she was wrapped in. Mira blinked and smiled.
Mira: “See you guys later” she quipped
Yvonne: “You are coming over to the house in the evening to plan my 26 th birthday” she said with excitement.
Mira: “Of course, I wouldn’t miss that. Would you come?” she asked turning to Femi who was busy on his phone.
Femi: “Nope, I got a project” he replied curtly.
Yvonne: “What project is that?” she asked with arched eyebrows.
Femi: “Personal” he replied and glanced at Mira.
Yvonne: “Tell me na. Is it a gurl?” she asked.
“Olofofo, allow him be. Must you know everything?” she said within herself, with a frown that was not easily perceptible. However, she had not missed the look that Femi gave her when he said he had a personal project. Her heart quickened at the thought that perhaps Femi wanted to propose to her. She allowed herself dream that she wore white and was getting married to Femi, while Yvonne glared at them jealously.
Femi: “Nosy you” he said as he pinched the tip of Yvonne’s nose.
Yvonne: “Why is that one sitting and daydreaming so early in the day? Move your ass abeg, I am already late for the office” she said, smiling at Mira.
Mira smiled back and waved at them as she alighted from the car, in front of her company’s gate. She watched as the car drove off, before walking into her company. As she walked into the dreary looking lobby, she was happy that finally she was going to leave. After sleeping with her boss, the job had become boring and she had been itching to leave, but for lack of a better offer. Now she had an excuse to work in a better company.
Mira: “Femi, you won’t see me coming. You will fall so hopelessly in love with me” she said aloud to herself as she entered the elevator.
Question: What does Mira have up her sleeves, and could Femi be nursing feelings for her?
See Episode 2 Below (You don’t wanna miss this!)

(Episode 1) The Bonny Island Massacre

Sunlight streamed into her room, through the flowery chiffon curtains. She opened one eye in a wink, and grunted when she realized that she could not sleep any longer if she wanted to get to the office by nine. She left her bed sluggishly and walked to the bathroom to get a quick shower. Mira was an early riser, every morning she woke up before the sun, but this day was different because she had stayed awake all night, thinking about her love for Femi.
Mira, Femi and Yvonne were friends right from their university days, but though Femi and Yvonne were from rich homes, Mira was from a poor home, with just her mother and siblings. She had no one to pull strings for her, or a trust fund waiting for her like her friends. But their wealth rubbed off on her, Mira stayed trendy with hand me downs from Yvonne, who was a Fashionista to the core. Mira also had the latest gadgets due to Femi’s benevolence.
Mira had been crushing on Femi since their university days and watched him bamboozle his way through all the slay queens of UniPort. Girls always flocked around Femi, not because of his affluence only, but because of his looks. He was dark like polished ivory, and had the cutest beard game. He was also built, with ribbed stomach and a chest that any woman would want to lay her head on.
It was Femi’s physique that Mira fantasized about all through the night, and only slept when it was almost dawn. As a result she had a huge eye bag that morning, but covered up with her favorite make up line; which she also used because Yvonne always got two sets of makeup whenever she shopped.
When she stood before her mirror, she liked what she saw; her dark skin was luminous, and her face had been contoured to flaunt her chiseled cheekbones, and long nose. The jumpsuit she had chosen for the day was worth 500,000 naira and had been one of Chanel last season’s ready to wear collection, which Yvonne had given to her because she didn’t wear late season’s clothes.
“I am beautiful, you should want me” she thought as she looked admiringly at her protruded butt, accentuated by the wide leg jumpsuit.
The horn of a car outside broke her out of her self love and she grabbed her bag and rushed out of her self contain apartment. Outside the gate, Yvonne was waiting in her sleek, black 4matic car. Mira paused in her steps when she spied Femi at the passenger seat.
Mira: “Eh eh, how is Femi in this car and in my seat?” she asked , with her hands on her waist.
Yvonne: “Abeg madam, enter car, I am late for the office” she replied checking herself out in the rearview mirror. Yvonne was beyond beautiful, though Mira was a confident woman who loved her colour, Yvonne’s complexion was one of the things she envied her for. Yvonne was very fair in complexion due to her Romanian mother. Her nose was upturned without contouring, and she had a hot body which she slaved at the gym to maintain. One look at her, you would think her to be a dumb slay queen. But no, Yvonne kept up with fashion trends, could spend a million bucks just to get a bag, but Yvonne was a smart woman. She graduated top of her class, and had an Advertising startup company, with she co-owned with Femi. Just two years after launching Coveteur , the company was beginning to compete with the old timers in the advertising industry. It was due to Yvonne’s tenacity and strong business skills, but also because of the connections her name and Femi’s gave to the company. They had tried to bring Mira on board, but the latter had been reluctant, determined to make it without their help.
Femi: “I slept over in Yvonne’s house, I took over a night bag, so we could go to the office together” he said as a way of answering Mira’s question.
While they drove to the electronics company where Mira was an administrative assistant, Femi and Yvonne discussed about a project they were doing for Adelove shipping company, and totally forgot about Mira at the backseat. Mira watched the chemistry between them; she didn’t know when they became so close that they completed each other’s statements. She also didn’t know that Femi slept over at Yvonne’s.
“ How much has been going on that I didn’t know about?” she pondered as she watched Femi slip a strand of Yvonne’s hair behind her ears.
Mira: “Perhaps, I might take your offer and come join you at Coveteur” she announced. This broke the conversation between them abruptly. No one spoke until Femi broke the silence.
Femi: “Really, what changed your mind?” he asked, turning back to look at her with quizzical eyes.
Yvonne: “I hope you are not pulling my legs, because I will so knock your head” she quipped, her eyes still on the road.