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THE CHRISTMAS BARBIE APRIL EDITION
A myriad of emotions ran through her as a thick silence drenched in her fear followed. First, she’d seen her kidnappers sliced into half. And now gunshots? What the hell was happening! All she’d done was to step out to enjoy dinner with her best friend, to share their dreams and aspirations! How did she end up here?
From where she knelt, she could swear that she heard two feminine voices in the dimly lit and eerie hall. Helen bit her lip to stifle the urge to scream out her belly. She couldn’t give up now. She had to fight. She had to escape this horrible place.
“Are you human or phantom?” Came a powerful yet feminine tone.
Helen opened her mouth to speak, but she wasn’t sure of the right words to say. What did she mean by human or phantom?
“Human?” Helen licked her lips and struggled to rise to her feet.
“My name is Helen. Helen Akpan!” Her lips trembled as she spoke. Helen hadn’t finished speaking when a sudden stream of white light almost blinded her. Someone was coming in!
Boldly, Eno advanced into the haunted home of Mrs. Fatima. Her instincts had warned her earlier that she’d meet with a surprise, but she’d never imagined that the surprise would be human! Who was this woman? And how did she find herself in a haunted mansion?
“Do you know her?” Eno whispered to the lady of the house who fell behind.
“Not at all. She doesn’t look familiar.” Lady Fatima replied, nervously looking behind them.
Eno studied the brown skinned woman, her large brown almond shaped eyes, her pointed nose, everything about her seemed oddly familiar. Yet she’d never come in contact with this Helen before. As she kept the light on Helen’s face, she felt a warmth spreading from the base of her neck to her chest area, whenever this happened, whoever she was looking at had a good aura.
“She’s harmless,” Eno moved closer to help the woman.
She was about to go nearer, to cover the space that stood unfriendly between the stranger and her, when she felt bony fingers pulling her back.
“You can’t go near her! What if she’s a phantom? What if she’s one of them, masquerading as a human being? You must apply reason Eno!” Lady Fatima held tightly to the green vest that Eno had been wearing.
Eno rolled her eyes, “Can you leave me alone please? This woman is harmless. I feel this, I know this. We need to get her out of here so that I fight these phantoms and cleanse this place!”
The lady’s grasp softened for Eno to launch forward and pull Helen close to her.
“Thank you…”Helen’s body vibrated as she sobbed.
“Why are you here? How did you come here?” Lady Fatima’s eyes darted over the stranger in suspicion.
Helen couldn’t stop crying. She had to let go of a whole lot. She was too weak to answer this woman.
“I…I was taken by two men. They kept me in a room last night. But when I woke up and tried to make an escape, I realized that they were cut into parts. They’re dead! I’m so terrified!” She explained between sobs.
“Who killed these men? Where are they?” Eno held her breath, something else as definitely happening.
Helen’s throat dilated as she swallowed. Cold sweat drops had started on her back, dripping towards her waist. Who were these women, and what were they going to do with her? As the slender and younger woman approached her, she began to look around her environment. From the bright light of the torch, she could see an entrance. She had to make an escape before it was too late.
“Don’t even think about that.” Eno scoffed.
“What?” Helen’s voice became a tiny whisper.
“Running away.” Eno returned. Helen froze. Did she just read her mind? Now that was weird.
“Did you read my mind?” Helen began to move backwards.
Eno shrugged, “One of my psychic powers. But it doesn’t come through always.” Eno forged ahead into the darkness, walking past Helen towards the area she’d described having dead bodies.
Her chance to flee had come, but as Helen watched the two women walk past her, and the heavy presence of eerie darkness, she thought it was best to turn back and follow them.
As Helen had narrated, the bright light of the torch rested on dismembered parts of the men that had kidnapped her.
“Allah!” Lady Fatima quickly covered her mouth with her hands after a scream had just escaped.
“This is disgusting.” Eno inhaled sharply and paused. The first thought was to flee the scene, but a careful study of the bodies revealed that something sinister had come here. As she closed her eyes, she began to sense the presence of darkness more strongly. The house was truly haunted. One day of exorcism wasn’t enough to rid this mansion of the devilish beings present.
Eno turned around and faced the two women, “We need to get out of here! Right now!”
The three ladies began towards the door, but just as they were about to escape, a powerful wind that broke out abruptly shut the door, leaving them in utter darkness.
“Shit!” Quickly Eno pulled out her phone. She had to make contact with Bassey before the device went off. The torch she’d been carrying flew to the ground after an unseen energy pull had dragged it off her hand.
Helen’s heart palpitated out of rhythm as she watched the strange events. It seemed that they were other people in the hall, people they couldn’t see.
“You all need to stay calm. Phantoms hate that. But if we dwell in fear, they would swallow us up!” Eno whispered as she began to type on her phone. As expected, the phone suddenly went off. A stream of darkness suddenly went over them. It was going to be a long night.
Tears streamed down on Helen’s face as she sobbed in silence. Why did she have to suffer this much?
***
“Done, done, done!” Bassey smiled as she copied Helen Akpan’s address and other important details from Aniekan’s work from home computer. For the first time in a long while, she felt glad that her brother had listened to her. Chocolito needed a face. It needed a new approach towards branding. Helen Akpan was perfect for the job.
Finished with the task, she stood up from the chair and strolled towards the adjoining room where her brother was.
“Aniekan?” Bassey paced around, but didn’t find him. She was about leaving the room when her phone beeped. She pulled it at once and stared at the screen.
“Eno,” she rolled her eyes as she saw a message of seven emojis. Their last sibling always did crazy things, why on earth would Eno send emojis? Maybe her psychic job was starting to affect her behavior.
Suddenly, the door opened and closed with a loud bang. Aniekan’s forehead was wrinkled from a deep frown.
“You don’t seem okay. Don’t tell me you’re still upset with me for standing up to Clarissa for Helen.” Bassey gently replaced the phone in her pocket.
Aniekan ignored Bassey and marched straight to the table next to his dressing mirror.
“Eno is in trouble.” He snatched the car keys from the table.
“Wait…what trouble?” Bassey scoffed.
“7 emojis are her code for whenever she’s in trouble. She told me this. She sent it to me along an address…” He explained more.
Bassey bright eyes dimmed in fear.
“The cursed mansion? What the hell was she doing there?” She ran her fingers through her hair.
“We can’t ask questions now. We just have to hurry and save her and the others trapped there with her.” Aniekan bit his lip and began to walk about the room. He thought of involving the police, but he didn’t want a situation where his sister would be arrested or something.
“Are you coming with me?” He moved towards his wardrobe, pulled out a box containing a pistol. At least he could shoot. After losing his wife and beloved daughter, he’d become a different person. The instinct to protect his loved ones had become stronger.
Bassey threw her hands in the air, “For god sakes! I can’t let you go there alone!” She trailed behind him as hurried out of the room.
As they moved towards the car, Aniekan couldn’t stop thinking about the weird dream he’d earlier-the one that had gotten Clarissa angry at him. He’d been dreaming of Helen, and how she’d been in some kind of trouble.
“You know…I don’t believe in stuff like this, but I had a strange dream earlier. I saw Helen Akpan in some kind of trouble. I guess Helen turns out to be Eno, our sister.” He fastened his seatbelt and proceeded to insert the key into the ignition.
Bassey was surprised, “Did you pray about it?”
Aniekan scoffed, “I didn’t even take it seriously.”
Deep down, as she car started, she prayed that Eno was alright. Maybe it was time to give her that tough talk. It was bad enough that she’d betrayed the family business by studying a non-applicable course like psychic studies. Now she had to be granting séance, exorcisms and other dangerous interactions with spirits. Eno had to be put on a hold before she got herself into bigger trouble.
***

The slender belle walked lightly into the expansive room. Pontiac Sunshine was the most amazing hotel in the state. The golden wars stared back at her with superior intensity. The sparkling white sheets lay lazily with dull pride. Every furniture and accessory of interior decoration had taste in them, a pedigree only rich men like Ekerette Adams could afford.
Though she felt slightly guilty for doing this, she knew it was the only way to watch out for herself. She loved Aniekan. She wanted to own him, have him eat from her fingers. Yet, she was loyal to the creator-the one who had introduced her to the world of wealth. Ekerette Adams was her master, and also her lover. And from the look of things, Sugarbites was dominating the market, putting them as the leading food producers in Africa, not just the West. Anywhere there was power, a hint of superiority, the light skinned woman with a deep red mouth gravitated towards it.
“You’re late.” A deep baritone rumbled behind her ears.
The sound of his voice, and the faint touch of his lips upon her ears was powerful enough to ignite lover’s fire within her body. But she bit her lips, suppressing every urge. Tonight wasn’t the night for passionate loving. She’d come to give a bi-monthly report of Chocolito.
Clarissa chuckled softly and pulled away from the caramel skinned man. She sat on the edge of the bed and continued to look around.
“This place is so beautiful. I wish I could live here forever.” Her tender lips gave way for the perfect smile.
Ekerette moved towards the wardrobe and grabbed a shirt. He’d been bare chested, just wearing a pair of black trousers. The ‘creator,’ as his workers called him loved to rest. He worked very hard to achieve great heights for this company. But he wasn’t satisfied. His joy would be the downfall of Chocolito. The thought of Aniekan Martins having an opportunity to touch his Clarissa made his chest burn. But that had to be done…
“You know the price to pay,” he worked on his buttons.
The media always presented him and Aniekan as enemies. But that wasn’t the true story. They were once best of friends, closer than brothers, but Aniekan had betrayed him-got married to his first love, the woman he was supposed to have, made a child with her and lived happily ever after. A seed of malice had been sown that day, and Ekerette was bent on destroying everything that Aniekan owned.
“I can’t stay long. I don’t want to raise suspicion.” Clarissa licked her lips, her eyes rested on a bottle of red wine and a glass next to it by the reading table.
Following the trail set by her eyes, Ekerette grabbed the chill bottle and emptied the red drink into it.
“I understand it perfectly. What do you have for me?” He moved towards her and offered her the glass. Hungrily she took it and began to suck greedily from the glass.
“First, I’d like to congratulate you. You’re trending on all social media platforms. That seems to be a great achievement!” She winked, and raised the glass up.
He shrugged, “A shadow of what is to come. Chocolito will be crushed to pieces.”
Clarissa’s cheeks turned red, her lips shivered as she remembered Helen Akpan and her suggestions. If Ekerette found out that there were plans to improve Chocolito, he would dump her.
“I’m doing everything to take them backwards.” Clarissa said.
“And?” He waited for more.
She had to prove herself. Clarissa got up and moved towards the table. After dropping the glass, she turned and face him, blurting out the truth.
“There is a plan to rebrand Chocolito. I’m telling you because this is beyond me! I can’t handle it. I don’t know what to do.” She covered her face with her palms. He was going to be mad at her. He would shout, scream even hit her. But the minutes of silence that followed made her look up. Ekerette rested on the bed, appearing unbothered.
“Aren’t you going to say anything?” She swallowed.
He shrugged, “I’ve always known that once Aniekan hears of my success he’d plan for something similar. You will stop him and put an end to his plan.”
“His sister, Bassey proves to be a stumbling block. I don’t know how to handle her.” Clarrisa sighed, recalling how fiercely Bassey had interrupted her.
“Be patient. Observe them for a few weeks. Bassey Martins will be the first to be removed.” Ekerette returned. His plans were working quite well, soon, Aniekan would crash into a pit.
Clarissa raised a hand, “May I ask for a special request?”
Ekerette nodded, “I wouldn’t refuse you anything, you know that.”
“When it is time to take her out, I want to fire the first bullet.” Clarrisa’s chest heaved as she spoke. Her hatred for Bassey had doubled after she’d succeeded in getting Aniekan to hire Helen Akpan. If she was able to take out Bassey, Helen would become redundant.
Glad her request was granted, she slowly walked towards the bed to kiss him.
***

bigbauer:
Junaina great delivery. I hope it's not too early to ask for more updates

Hahahaha. Oliver Twist

“You know we work very hard Aniekan. We just don’t have a face to market our products. Our brand is not alive! And I strongly suggest that we follow the suggestions of Helen Akpan. That lady said things that made me have a re-think. Yes we put in the work, but is it the right away? You have to hire her right away. She’s what Chocolito needs right now. With her ideas, we’re going to counter every effect of Sugar Bites.” Bassey was certain that Helen could pull this off.
Clarissa gritted her teeth, “Honey you can’t hire her. She’s not a Chocolito product, she doesn’t even look it. And she was very rude to me. You have to listen to me. I know this better. I have always suggested to you who should be employed or not.”
Aniekan moved away from the women, towards the fridge and fetched a bottle of water. Deep down, he knew the truth. Even if he didn’t hire Helen Akpan, the woman whose brown eyes tormented his sleep, he knew that Chocolito had no face. And that was what Sugar Bites capitalized on to make a brave online presence.
“You’re so bitter, mean and full of yourself! How dare you stand to counter me when I am speaking to my brother?” Bassey’s eyes bulged out as she advanced towards Clarissa.
“Helen Akpan will not work in Chocolito!”Clarissa fired back. She knew that Aniekan’s family didn’t think much of her, but from the very beginning, Bassey had played the role of a thorn. As she considered the chubby ball of fat, Clarissa decided that it was time to put her in place.
Aniekan gulped the first round of icy water; he was certain that would help him clear his head. His mind had travelled while watching the women quarrel. The memory of Helen, confident, simple and yet elegant telling him and Bassey about her plans for the company replayed in his mind.
“Hire her. She’s good for the company.” He blurted out without considering his lover’s feelings. He quickly turned and walked away knowing that Clarissa would be very mad at him. This was the first time he had gone against her wishes.
Bassey began to laugh after the announcement.
“I told you Clarissa. Don’t you ever stand in my way again!” Bassey waved a finger over Clarissa’s face. She needed to get Helen’s details from Aniekan’s computer before leaving. She couldn’t wait for Helen to resume.
Tears welled up in Clarissa’s eyes as she watched Bassey leave. Something had changed. Aniekan took her side ALWAYS. He never took decisions randomly without consulting her. Everything changed when Helen Akpan had walked into Chocolito.
She was thinking of ways to deal with her new reality when her phone rang.
“Hello,” her hands shivered as she noted the caller identity.
“Hotel Pontiac Sunshine, RM 79. 8:00Pm tonight.”
***

“What do we do next? We’ve been standing here for over an hour!” Lady Fatima tightened her grip around her purse, while stealing glances at the psychic that was to help her restore her haunted home.
Eno Martins couldn’t explain what she felt the moment they had arrived on that property. She had done exorcisms and even banishments for years, but she’d never experienced cold feet, the way she did now. Whenever she held onto the crystal ball, the transparent energy ball that helped to determine if the atmosphere was right, it gave her a cold response by maintaining its same silvery complexion. If the energy ball turned dark red, it meant they were to go in.
“Something is wrong…” Eno whispered. But she knew leaving there without entering the spot could cost her reputation in the state. Already, people who were interested in spirituals knew how important her work was, she had built a name. She had to do something before Lady Fatima lost all of her patience.
“You assured me that you could do this!” Fatima sighed, and then adjusted her headgear.
Eno dropped her toolbox gently on the floor, and then opened it to scrutinize the contents. Without waste of time, she quickly removed a tiny scroll of psychic rules which she carried about. When she opened, she began to read through the various rules and approaches applied to banish malevolent spirits away from a house.
“A neutral glow from the energy crystal ball shows there could be a new element to be dealt with…” Eno read aloud. She began to wonder if there was a new phantom in the mansion. But she couldn’t ascertain for sure without first going in.
“Have this, chew it at all times and make sure you stick close to me.” Eno handed the lady some garlic. Phantoms were terrified of the garlic scent and wouldn’t go near a person holding the scent.
“I hate it!” Lady Fatima wrinkled her nose.
Eno picked a torch, and a silver cross from her box, “If you really want this house to be redeemed, you have to chew it and remember to stay close to me!”
Hurriedly, they advanced towards the faded white mansion now overcome by weeds and thistles.
“Lead me to the front door.” Eno instructed the woman.
“This way!” Lady Fatima pulled out a bunch of keys, and waved it over to Eno.
“Open it…” Eno fingered the trigger.
She had fumbled at first, but when she took deep breaths, Lady Fatima inserted the key into the cobwebbed keyhole which had almost immersed itself in dry rust. From where Eno stood, she could hear the whirling and screeching of the phantoms.
“You must hurry! Hurry!” Eno screamed.
Suddenly, the door gave way and Eno rushed forward and fired the gun. A loud human screaming followed.
“Was someone inside this house?” Eno held her breath, hoping she hadn’t killed anyone. There was no answer. When she turned around, Lady Fatima was nowhere to be found.
“Help me please!” A soft female voice called from inside. But Eno made ready to shoot, knowing that the evil beings trapped in the mansion were trying to get into her head.

Clarissa paced in the living room, fuming inwardly but crafty enough to hide it. For the first time in a long while, she suddenly felt like she was losing control over Aniekan.
“That’s not good. The creator wouldn’t like this.” She whispered, chewing her lower lip effectively. The creator held them all to a ransom; thankfully, they’d created an internet buzz to satisfy the man’s greed and sense of dominance. But that wouldn’t be all. They had one major goal: Chocolito.
“What’s not good?” Aniekan strolled lazily into the living room. Sweat drops glided down his shiny black skin after an hour doing planks and push-ups. Whenever he was disturbed, exercising usually helped to keep his mind in place.
Clarissa’s frown straightened into a bright smile as he lips opened for a show of her tiny teeth.
“Darling…” She began. She pulled in a deep breath, adjusted her bathrobe and moved towards the man she loved, the man she owned.
Aniekan sighed, his hands worked with the green towel about his neck.
“You look happy…” he dabbed the sweat from the sides of his face with the towel. The switch in Clarissa’s nature was worrisome. He hadn’t really realized how short tempered she was, but it dawned on him. He had shared a dream about the applicant, the one with the striking golden brown eyes, whose face wouldn’t leave his imaginations; the one who shared a strong resemblance to his late wife. Helen. Yes, that was her name. But Clarissa had exploded in unfounded rage and accused him of lusting after her.
“Shouldn’t I be?” She leaned her head against his powerful chest. They stood silently. Aniekan smelt the rosy fragrance of her hair, while she listened to the melodious music of his chest.
“The richest and handsomest man is in love with me. What more can I ask for?” Clarissa’s voice was dreamy, alluring even. It sounded like the gentle cry of waves at midnight, in need of nocturnal company.
As he continued to stare down at her head, he wondered how best to handle this. He loved Clarissa, but he was uncomfortable with her jealous nature.
“I want you to know that there’s no one else baby. No one else can take your place.” He touched her hair and began to caress it gently.
“But you were dreaming of another woman while in bed with me!” Clarissa quickly raised her head, and then moved away from him. She fired him an accusatory glare, while watching his face closely. In that moment, their eyes met together. She felt Aniekan’s love and interest all over her. A wave of warmness spread from her feet to all parts of her body. He loved her still. She was assured of this. But she felt a distraction…someone was distracting him. She had to handle that rat, Helen.
Aniekan tossed the towel on the nearest couch and moved to get her.
“I love you.” He pulled her closer to him and began to gently caress her back.
Suddenly, the door was pushed open and an angry click of heels followed.
“You both should better put a stop to that foolery!” The chubby dark skin woman tossed her bag to the floor and advanced towards her brother.
Clarissa’s cheeks flamed, she curled her fists and watched as Bassey had come to interrupt their special moment.
“Well mannered people don’t just turn up in other people’s houses without announcing!” Clarissa hissed.
Bassey scoffed, took one look at her, and then turned her attention to Aniekan, “Have you seen the news lately? Eno showed it to me. Sugar Bites is trending both on national and international platforms and that doesn’t mean well for us.” She lowered herself, picked up her bag and fetched her phone.
Aniekan sighed, “I know…Bassey I’ve already seen it. Do you think I had any sleep last night? Ekerette Adams is working hard, maybe we should work twice as hard.”

To be continued.
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Helen had cried and screamed till she had no strength left in her. Insomnia had become her best friend as she searched for light in the dark room where she’d been kept. Who were the men that had abducted her? Why did they kidnap her? What were they doing against her? All through the time she was kept there, she’d strained her ears to hear. But no voices came up. Or had they left her alone all in this darkness?
Suddenly, she felt something vibrating next to her hip. She couldn’t believe it at first…how could they kidnap her and let her keep her phone? It was impossible, except maybe they had no intent on hurting her! Quickly, Helen followed the sound of the vibration until she touched a hard surface in the thick darkness: her phone.
“Jesus…thank you Jesus.” Quickly she tapped the screen and the dark room was immediately illuminated. Helen blinked many times, just to adjust her eyes to the newfound light. Quickly she turned on the torch of the phone and began to point at the room where she’d been held hostage. The walls smelt of dust and dampness. Albeit once brightly colored with an arrogant red paint, it now suffered the company of mildew. She guessed this building hadn’t been occupied by people in a long while. Now that she had her phone, she’d quickly checked the time. It was morning. There was no better time to attempt an escape but now…
Helen’s heartbeat doubled as she noticed that the door to the room where she’d been bound was left partially open. What sort of trick was this? She inhaled deeply and waited, wondering what would happen if she tried to escape and those men found her? She was still staring at the door when her phone rang again…it was a strange number so she didn’t bother taking it.
“Whatever happens, happens!” Those were Helen’s last words before she moved towards her only real chance of true escape.
As she moved through the narrow opening, a sea of bright fluorescent light nearly burned out her eyes. Then she found a sight that would never leave her memory…that pushed her into one careless act of screaming.
“No! No! No!!!!” Helen was so traumatized by the brutal picture before her that she fainted.
Her abductors had been cut into four parts and their blood was leaking on the dusty black marble floor of the big mansion.
“Hello…” A figure that drifted like air looked down on her.
“You’re here now with me. I’m not alone anymore!” The gentle voice whispered, and the shadowy form continued to hover above her unconscious heard. However, the unholy romance that was about to take place suddenly came to an end as the phantom heard approaching footsteps…it quickly faded into the bright white light.
Outside the building owned by one of the richest men in Uyo, Lady Fatima stood observing the once majestic-filled structure with trepidation. Her hands trembled. Her wrists were unsure as she fetched the keys from her bag.
“Are you sure you want to do this? Once we go in there…there’s no turning back.” Eno Martins tightened her own grip around the little box she carried whenever she was ready to banish a malevolent spirit.
This mansion was rumored to be inhabited by wild unfriendly ghosts and spirits due to years of being abandoned by its inhabitants. But when Eno had begun her investigations, she realized that those that lived there hadn’t willingly abandoned the house. They had begun to experience strange things…loud voices at night, screeching, shattering of mirrors and dead animals.
“Please help me! This haunted house has put a stigma around my late husband’s name. They say the house is responsible of the death of my three children in recent times. Something has to be done!” Lady Fatima responded, tears already welling up in her eyes.
Eno was listening carefully, when she suddenly sensed that they were being watched.
“We have to go inside now!” She announced.
HAPPY READING! ***

THE CHRISTMAS BARBIE- CHAPTER 9 By Rose Akpabio
Bassey Martins groaned as her alarm went off the third time. She’d forgotten to turn it off, knowing the next day was work-free day for her. Saturdays were her precious days and she cherished them greatly. As one of those playing key roles in Chocolito, her weekdays were choked with work. Now recently that her brother had gotten entangled with the snaky Clarissa, she couldn’t even bother taking leave. She had to be by Aniekan’s side to monitor everything he was doing, especially the decisions he was taking as she was certain that he was no longer in his right mind.
Once the alarm had stopped crying, what was followed was a loud and intrusive knock. Although the Martins mansion was the most enormous structure on Bewet Estate, and all the siblings, grandchildren and every member of the Martins’ household was entitled to a room, some of her siblings and cousins(whenever they visited), found it difficult to keep to themselves.
“Come on! Open up. I have something important to share!” Eno continued to knock.
Bassey grunted, “You always have something important to share. The only problem is that they’re never important!” Her younger sister, Eno Martins was the extrovert of the family. Where she, Aniekan and Mmeyene were deeply introverted, Eno took their shine and retained the spotlight.
“Come on Big sis! I know many don’t take me seriously in this family, but this news is authentic. It has to do with Sugar Bites!” Eno insisted. She was the only member of the family that wasn’t interested in running the family business, both local and outside the state. She had other interests which her family often looked down on: Psychic studies.
Right from time, Eno had always felt different from her older siblings. The only luck she had was that as the last child of her parents, she had freedom to pursue her passions unlike Aniekan and Bassey whom the crown of the Martins family passed to with automatic effect. At first, her family had avoided her for studying something they considered highly demonic and against their religious beliefs, but with time, everyone began to mind their business.
“Sugar Bites,” was enough to propel her out of bed. Bassey quickly rolled off the thick duvet and rushed to open the door.
“What’s this about?” Her brows came together as she noticed an annoying grin on her sister’s face.
Eno ignored the question, and moved into the room without invitation.
“I don’t think this is going to be good for Chocolito. This article has five thousand shares and almost a million views promoting Sugar Bites as the most life changing Food factory not just in Akwa Ibom but also in Nigeria and many parts of East and West Africa!” Eno offered Bassey the phone so she could check it out.
As Bassey collected the phone and ran her eyes over the screen, she bit her lower lip as she realized that this was a win for their fiercest competition, Sugar Bites.
“Ekerette Adams is at it again! If we’re not careful, he’ll be dominating major trends and conversations on food industries, and that means more followership and investments for them.” Bassey felt her head pounding as millions of tiny ideas to remedy this came to her mind. This has always been her greatest fear: Chocolito being in the shadows while Sugar Bites is being celebrated.
Eno could tell that Bassey wasn’t happy with the news. Hell, she wasn’t either. Though she ran a different type of business, she loved and adored her family empire. Chocolito was a brand and it meant so many things to her.
“We can’t let this happen!” Eno stamped her feet on the ground.
Bassey angrily tossed the phone upon the massive bed while roaming around the room. Eno was right, they had to come up with a swift solution. An idea that would water down the existence of Sugar Bites. Suddenly, a radiant light of wisdom pierced through her mind. Bassey paused in the middle of the room and began to laugh. She laughed with so much passion and gusto that her chubby body began to tremble.
Eno moved closer to her, worried perhaps her older sister had lost her mind.
“What’s going on Sister B?” Eno searched Bassey’s face worriedly.
“I know the perfect solution to this. You know…Clarissa tried to undermine me. We were supposed to hire a certain person but she stood against it for her own selfish reasons. And that lady had generated very wonderful ideas that would serve us as a brand. I have to find her.” Bassey began to pull off her Pajamas. She had to find Helen Akpan.
Eno sighed with relief, “That sounds nice. Who is she?”
“Her name is Helen Akpan. I must find her somehow. I could stop at Aniekan’s home and search his laptop for recent applications. She’s the one that will give Chocolito a face…I strongly believe her.” Without wasting more time, Bassey dumped her clothes on the bed and rushed towards the bathroom.
“Thank God!” Eno hopped on the bed, landing on her back while staring at the ceiling. Now that she had told Bassey about that issue which had bothered her greatly, she was greatly relieved. Now she had time to face her own clients. As a graduate of Psychic studies, her major preoccupation was understanding spiritual things as related to physical things. Currently, she was helping her clients to solve the problem of a haunted house.
Once she remembered Mrs. Fatima Yohanna, she quickly got up. She had to prepare her items and visit the haunted mansion that had been abandoned for many years.

bigbauer:
When the writing is this amazing, caring is easy! Thank you for sharing your talent with us, but we need more updates. Meanwhile, can you confirm that you're doing alright? The prolonged silence is concerning. I would've sent you a pm but...

I am fine. I'm back now and we'll continue the story. Thank you so much for checking up on me. Going through the story again, I realize just how passionate you were towards it. I won't stop the story in the middle. Thank you so much Bigbauer for motivating me all along.

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Getting rid of the crowd hadn’t been an easy feat, but Bassey Martins had proven herself capable of the job. With her friendly nature, and kind gestures, she’d been able to encourage the teeming population of unemployed youths to try again the following year. Now she was in her brother’s office cooling off with a bottle of red wine.
Although Clarissa was in the office, she’d decided to ignore her, and whatever she was trying to suggest in low tones to her older brother. When they were finished, Aniekan, decided it was best to gather all those involved in the employment process for a meeting.
“Can you fetch Uyoima? I’ll need Andre and the rest.” Aniekan drummed his fingers nervously against the table.
“Sure.” Clarissa pecked his head lightly before strolling out casually.
“You’re sweating. The AC is on. Weird if you ask me.” She savored the sour taste of the wine as she fixed her eyes on her brother. She could read him like a book. Something was bothering him.
Aniekan forced a smile, “Can you mind your business sis? I promise you that I am alright.”
“From my investigations, Uyoima and the others were able to interview 50 people who had applied. Somehow, they were able to sneak into the building. From the 50, she claimed ten were qualified.” Bassey caressed the wineglass as she explained.
“That’s a good development. But right now we can only hire ten people. And…Clarissa already has ten.” He shifted uncomfortably.
Slowly, Bassey’s chubby fingers reached out for what was left in the bottle. Then she suddenly paused, dropped the bottle and faced her brother.
“Can you repeat that? I don’t quite understand.”
Aniekan felt his chest heating up. His love was Clarissa was so strong that he hated to refuse her of her demands. Deep down, he knew that Helen, the lady that bumped into his office had everything they needed. In fact, she was the new face of Chocolito, Uyo. He hadn’t come across such a smart and talented job seeker for a very long time. But Clarissa had strictly warned against her…he had to listen. Everything Clarissa always pointed was true.
“Clarissa has candidates too. They are most qualified from her ratings. Surely, you don’t expect me to trust Uyoima after what she did. Her carelessness had led to the leakage of sensitive information which led to a mammoth crowd coming to Chocolito. I don’t think I want to hire anyone from her end.” Aniekan rose from his chair and moved towards the window.
“Fair enough. Helen Akpan has to be amongst the ten. I like her. She’s competent in her presentation, and I believe her input will improve Chocolito’s chances globally. Now that she mentioned that we don’t have a face, I believe that is what other brands use against us.” Bassey returned.
“Other brands like?” He pinned himself against the wall and stared down the street. The truth was that he couldn’t stop thinking about Helen. There was something immensely mysterious about her…yes, she was smart, but Clarissa was smarter. For a long while, he hadn’t found himself thinking of another woman apart from Clarissa.
“From the news, Sugar Bites is fast rising and is next to us. We should step up with fresh ideas. I hate to see that bastard gloat.” Bassey abandoned her wine and joined her brother by the window.
“Are you afraid of Ekerette Jordan?” Aniekan scoffed at one of their biggest and fiercest competitors in the food production market.
“No. We need Helen to brand Chocolito.” Bassey replied.
“I’m sorry. We can’t hire her. Ten people from Clarissa are enough.” Aniekan gritted his teeth.
“Is that what that witch sent you to do?” Bassey started calmly, not wanting to raise her voice. It was now clear what Clarissa had been discussing with her brother in low tones.
“Yes. I trust her.” Aniekan hated to be undermined by his sister.
“Did she interview Helen herself?” Bassey chuckled.
“Yes. I trust her instincts more than yours. You’re always emotional where Clarissa is logical!” Aniekan snapped at her.
“Really? If you think, I’ll let that bitch of yours take up any more space in this company I struggled to build, you’re joking. If Helen isn’t hired along with the ten, I’ll raise hell!” Without waste of time, Bassey spun on her heel and moved towards the door.
Just in time, Clarissa walked in with Uyoima and other members of the employment team.
“Where are you off to? We’re about to have a meeting!” Clarissa stared from Bassey to Aniekan who appeared helpless.
Bassey paused and pointed at her.
“If you value your peace and safety, stay out of my path. If Helen isn’t consulted and called up on Monday, I will make this place a living hell for you, and everyone!” Bassey barked angrily then strolled out of the office.
“Are you threatening me?” Clarissa’s voice trembled.
“You’ll find out!” Those were Bassey’s last words before she left the room.
Aniekan was torn between his sister, and the woman that he loved. But he knew Bassey all too well.
“We’ll have this meeting later!” He quickly dismissed the others.
“Are you going to hire that tacky lady? What does Bassey see in her?” Clarissa grumbled.
“I’m sorry darling. I have to disobey you this once…just this once…it will never happen again.” Aniekan pulled her into his arms.
“You’re letting her control you! Bassey doesn’t have your interest at heart. You’ll regret hiring that woman.” Clarissa’s chest tightened. She was losing control, and that was bad. The creator wasn’t going to be pleased.
***

“Are you saying you saw, and were interviewed by Aniekan Martins himself?!” Ndueidem nibbled on the spicy goat meat that Helen had brought for her. She was thrilled that her friend was getting a shot at the biggest food brand in the country and beyond. At first, the journey had started out blurry, bit things were getting clearer by the day.
Helen smiled, “It was just like a dream. I still find it difficult to believe…but.” She fetched a glass of water from the table slab in Ndueidem’s spacious kitchen.
“No buts! I hate it when you become pessimistic.” Ndueidem raised a finger in the air.
“It’s serious Ndy. There’s a woman I bumped into shortly after the interview. I thought that as one of the most beautiful women that I have ever seen, that she would be as pretty in character as her looks. She assured me that I wouldn’t be getting the job because of my tacky looks.” Helen led the glass to her lips and sipped calmly.
Ndueidem stopped chewing, “Who is she?”
Helen shrugged, “Someone told me her name is Clarissa.” Thinking of Elvina, Helen decided not to tell her best friend about it. It would be laughable that she was relying on a little girl to take important life decisions. She decided to check the Martins mansion the next day. She really needed a job. In fact, it was for that reason that she’d relocated.
“Girl, that’s a bad one. Working at Chocolito is going to improve your ratings. Why would anyone be mischievous enough to stop that?” Her friend asked.
Helen exhaled slowly and started to smile. She soon realized that sharing her problems made her feel lighter. She bit her lip and looked away from her best friend’s penetrating gaze, not wanting to lay emphasis on how the little girl had helped her.
“So tell me…is Aniekan Martins as handsome as the papers say?” Nduiedem dipped a fork into the bowl, it clutched another flesh piece of meat.
Helen’s heart leapt like a young goat learning its first hop upon a hill. The negative energy that Clarissa had sent her way had doused her admiration for her soon-to-be boss.
“He’s extremely attractive, but strict. I see why ladies fall for him.” Helen knew deep down that if she wasn’t careful, her heart could start straying to thoughts that didn’t concern her. But she was certain of one thing…a man like Aniekan could never approach a woman like herself. The gap between them was too wide. A classy and elegant belle like Madam Clarissa was all what he needed.
“Sad. He lost his wife Naomi, and his daughter Uduak, in a fire many years back. Hmm!” Ndueidem looked away from her friend and moved towards the sink to wash her hands.
“Enough about myself. How’s your company?” Helen had always admired her friend’s hard working nature. In fact, Ndueidem’s devotion to her own food company was what had driven her to Chocolito. As a sales representative and brand manager, Ndueidem was very passionate for Sugar Bites. The only difference was that where Ndueidem was reckless, brute and ready to do anything to promote her business, Helen was reserved and contemplative.
“Sugar Bites is fine.” Ndueidem pushed a smile. She suddenly recalled that she was supposed to be in a Zoom meeting with the creator and the others.
“Um…are you staying the night or?” She asked Helen.
“No. It’s just 7:00PM. I can find my way back, I’ve got some business to handle very early in the morning.” Helen responded.
“Great then! I’ll walk you down my street.” Nduiedem offered.
The friends walked silently until Helen was able to flag down a vehicle that would take her to her street. She waved at her best friend and burrowed into the tricycle. It was when the trip had started that she soon realized two rough looking men.
“Um…” She couldn’t explain what she felt, but she had a feeling that she was in trouble.
Helen bit her lip and tried to think of a reason to stop the tricycle driver from continuing the journey, but it was too late. Suddenly, a darkness overwhelmed her and all that was left was a sharp and piercing scream.

“Jesus!” Aniekan screamed and straightened in the middle of the bed.
“Honey?” Clarissa was a light sleeper, so she awoke from his startling scream.
“What happened? You alright?” She quickly rushed out of bed, and towards the fridge at the far end of the room to fetch him some water.
“I…had a dream. It’s Helen. She may be in trouble.” He spoke in a rush, sweat gliding the sides of his face.
Clarissa walked slowly back with a bottle of cold water in her hand.
“Helen? Which Helen?” As she handle the bottle to him, she raked her brain, trying to recall if he had any friend or loved one by the name Helen.
Aniekan bit his lip, almost regretting why he’d shared the dream.
“Helen Akpan, the lady I interviewed. The dream troubles me. I don’t know why I should be having nightmares about strangers.” He rolled back the thick sheets and got out of bed. Before now, he wasn’t a man that believed in the supernatural. But shortly before his wife and daughter lost their lives in the fire, he’d dreamt of seeing his wife, Naomi, being consumed by flames. He’d kept the troubling dreams to himself, only for them to come to reality.
Clarissa managed a smile, but her stomach was turning. Her head was heavy. Her chest was itching with the urge to scream, smash his head into the wall for thinking that she was a fool, a gullible one at that.
“Why would you be dreaming of a total stranger? Are you attracted to her? Have you been lusting after her? Do you want to sleep with her? Damn!” She blurted out.
“What?” Aniekan was stunned by her reaction. Before he could recollect himself, to offer the best answer he thought was suitable, she grabbed her pillow and marched out of the room. For the first time, Clarissa’s anger meant nothing to him. He pondered on his troubling dream, and hoped that no harm would befall the young lady. But what if Clarissa was right? What if his dream was born out of his thoughts of her?
He was about to go back to bed when his phone beeped. Aniekan collected the device from the dwarfish wooden table by his bedside. At first, he’d wanted to ignore the notification that’d just popped on his screen for the numerous Whatsapp messages that awaited him.
Tapping on the notification made his heart stop.
“Sugar Bites!” He clenched his teeth as he studied the article.

“Make it two plates!” Helen raised a finger as the waitress approached her.
“You like pepper soup don’t you?” She turned to Elvina, who eagerly watched her face, and stole glances at whatever Helen was trying to draw.
“Yes. Aunty.” Elvina smiled.
“So…tell me, where did you go?” Helen quickly turned over the sheet she’d been doing the drawing on, Elvina couldn’t know that she was trying to draw her. While waiting for the little girl to explain, an idea suddenly popped into her mind! If she was called back for the interview, she would suggest that they use a child’s face to promote Chocolito cereals, after all, a facial brand was all what they needed to push the brand forward.
Elvina inhaled deeply, then placed her small hands on the table. For the first time, Helen was able to take a closer look at the pale looking child. She had roundish shiny eyes whose color moved between blue and deep brown. She just couldn’t add a name to the color.
“I…I forgot to do something. I was sent on an errand.” Elvina stuttered.
“Oh really?” Helen stared at the tip of her smallish nose, pointed and strong. In all, her large colorful eyes were her finest features and maybe her light honey complexion. Helen decided that she was the perfect face for Chocolito brand! She couldn’t wait to share her idea.
“So…how did it go?” Elvina shifted closely, eager for details.
Helen leaned forward and took the little girl’s hands. They seemed abnormally cold, like she’d been stuck in a freezer for years.
“I don’t know how to thank you Elvina. I met face to face with Aniekan Martins! The CEO!” Helen replied. But she suddenly stopped when she noticed the sad look in Elvina’s eyes.
“What is it?” Helen caressed her cold hands gently, hoping rubbing them could make them cold.
Absent mindedly, Elvina’s lips moved.
“He’s in trouble. You need to save him.”
“What did you say?” Helen scoffed.
As if out of a trance, Elvina pulled her hands away and sat straight.
“That means you’ll get the job right?” Elvina whispered.
It was Helen’s turn to be sad.
“I don’t know yet. I was sure before, until I bumped into one mean woman.”
“Can you describe her?” Elvina bit her small lips.
Helen thought she acted more mature than her age.
“Tall. Very light skinned. Has red lips and small scattered teeth. How old are you again?” Helen asked.
Clarissa! Elvina’s thick dark brows connected in a frown that ate up her entire face. The betrayer had the nerve!
“Madam Clarissa. Be careful of her, everyone is afraid of her except…” Elvina paused. It was not yet time to reveal everything.
“You know so much.” Helen kept observing the little girl.
“If you really want this job Aunty Helen…please go to Bewet Estate, where you’ll find the Martins Mansion. Find Madam Bassey Martins, all workers at Chocolito like her. Tell her I sent you, and you’ll get the job.” She was still speaking when her toes began to tingle. It was time to return. Quickly, Elvina stood up and rushed out of the restaurant before Helen could call her back.
“Elvina! Hey!” Helen rushed after, but Elvina succeeded in outsmarting her.
“Madam Bassey Martins…” Helen repeated the words. Was she desperate enough to take instructions form a little girl that was shrouded in mystery?
And what did Elvina mean by “Aniekan Martins is in danger?” By the time the waiter had returned, she’d lost her appetite.
“Please package for me. I really need to go.” While gathering her things, she knew the best people to talk to were her best friends.

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“Tell Clarissa that if she tries to interfere, I will deal with her.” Bassey angrily swirled round and walk past Helen without uttering a word. How could Aniekan be so blinded by love? First, Clarissa had somehow manipulated him to hire her as a staff of Chocolito Uyo, and now she was determining who gets hired?
Helen had a feeling they’d just spoken about her. Gingerly, she swept her bag off the table, wondering why the lady walked away seemingly angry.
“Um…Helen?” Aniekan held his breath as their eyes met.
“That would be all. Drop your documents on the table. We’ll get back to you soon.”
“Okay sir. Thank you sir.” Helen quickly dropped the envelope then rushed out of the cold office.
She didn’t know her fate, but joy welled up inside of her. Quickly, she unzipped her bag, fetched her phone and got ready to dial her friends. While searching frantically, she felt to see the slender woman whose face was in her own phone.
Gbam! Both women clashed into one another.
“Geez! Are you blind?” Clarissa staggered while angrily staring at the shabbily dressed lady.
At this point, Helen’s bag was on the floor and all its contents scattered.
“I…I am sorry Ma.” Helen fell to her knees and began to gather her things.
Clarissa eyed her angrily, then paused.
“Are you new here?”
“Um. Yes. No. I…came for the interview.” Helen managed a smile.
“Really?” Clarissa bit her lower lip.
“And have you been interviewed?” She held her breath.
“Yes. I did a presentation of what I hope to achieve when I’m hired.” Helen liked that the woman was interested in her.
“The interview hall is downstairs, why are you on this floor?” Again, Clarissa was surprised.
Helen shrugged, “I…don’t really know. But I presented before Mr. Aniekan Martins and he said he’d get back to me.”
Clarissa’s red mouth parted, showing a clean set of small and scattered dentition. She chuckled at the thought of the billionaire reaching out to this cretin.
“Darling…” She slowly covered the little gap that stood between them.
“The fact that a dove has wings, doesn’t mean it should fly amongst eagles. I doubt if anyone told you how ugly your wig looks, and how bad you smell. Chocolito doesn’t approve of tacky and shabby. Thanks for coming, but you won’t get the job.” With an impish wink at the lady, Clarissa spun on her heel and marched towards her lover’s office.
Sometimes she had plans of her own-she had relatives that were unemployed, and all the slots would be for them. And sometimes, she enjoyed stepping on toes because she had the power to do so. She had Aniekan eating from the palm of her hands, nothing could stop her.
But something else bothered her…Bassey had claimed that someone had spotted Elvina or Uduak as the girl was officially known, somewhere.
***

Time had passed. After struggling for hours to get out of the crowded building, Helen had decided to stop by a local restaurant in the neighborhood to rest. She had fought the urge to cry after her encounter with the mean lady. For a woman of that standard of beauty, she was evil. From the way she spoke, she held a lot of influence at Chocolito; her dreams of working there were gone with the wind.
“Hey…” Helen beckoned to the waiter. She’d sat at the lonely corner for two hours, taking occasional sips of the bottle water she ordered. From where she sat, she could spot the eerie darkness of the evening approach. She decided to spend a little more time, maybe by the time she got home, sleep would come and she’d forget everything that had happened earlier.
“Good evening Ma.” A scrawny waitress wearing a funny looking beret approached her.
“Do you have pepper soup?” Helen scanned the place. It seemed the crowd was doubling now that evening had come.
“Yes Ma. We have goat, catfish and beef.” The waiter returned.
“Catfish is fine. A little rice too.” Helen looked up from the surface of the plastic table.
“That’s 3500 Ma.” The girl said.
Helen shrugged, “That’s fine.” She pushed a smile as the waiter left to prepare her order. Her thoughts were whirling. Her heart ached from the disappointment. There was only one way to keep her thoughts intact, before she slipped into depression again. Drawing. Helen loved to draw, paint or even create doodles whenever she was bored.
The first idea that came to her mind was drawing Elvina’s face. She couldn’t explain it, but the thought of that little girl made her happy, albeit briefly. How would little Elvina feel if she didn’t get the job?
“I’m sorry sweetheart…” Helen pulled out a clean white sheet from her bag, grabbed a pen and began to draw.
She had gotten the shape of Elvina’s young and roundish face. But suddenly paused as she felt an odd sensation rising from the back of her neck. It felt like she was being watched…
She dismissed the feeling and returned to her work.
“Good evening aunty…” A small voice called.
When Helen looked up, her heart missed a beat.
“And I was just thinking of you Elvina. Where have you been? Why did you leave me back at Chocolito?” Helen pretended to be angry.

Helen bit her lip, unsure of where she was or how to begin. But she was certain of one thing, she had seen the handsome billionaire, Aniekan Martins face to face. The pictures had lied, this man was far too attractive for his own good. It began to make sense why even her best friends always talked about him.
“Who are you?” A chubby dark skinned woman, with the same sharp nose as Aniekan fired her an icy stare.
Helen pulled in a deep breath, at least that would help her steady herself before she thought of what to do to Elvina! How could a little girl be so mischievous? She’d hoped that Elvina would lead her to the right place, instead of shoving her into someone’s office and then disappearing without a trace.
“Helen ma. The name’s Helen…” She felt like saying more but stopped. She tried to fight it, keep it down but her anxiety got the best of her. Her stomach began to boil and make noises.
Aniekan had been studying the lady carefully. He thought she was demure. Pretty yes she was, but not to his taste. Why was he even concerned about her looks? There was just something about her that he couldn’t place a finger on. He ignored the women’s conversation, turned his back and moved towards the fridge.
“Don’t you have a surname?” Bassey’s brows erected, she scoffed. From the way the lady dressed, and the large brown envelop that stuck out of her bag, she was clearly an applicant. Not impressive, Bassey thought. First, the girl lacked the confidence for someone that desired to work with a big brand like Chocolito. Secondly, staring into Helen’s golden brown eyes sent a shudder down her spine. There was something about her that was all too familiar. She hated to say it. Or to even think about it. But she had a slight resemblance to Naomi.
Helen could tell that the woman was sizing her up. Was her inferiority complex that obvious? In that moment, her shame and weakness began to vanish, bit by bit as painful memories of poverty and harsh times flashed thought her mind. She had struggled through school without help from any source, especially after losing two parents. This was her dream. This was the moment she’d always wanted-a chance to shine, to make it. She had a life to live! She had siblings to cater for!
He knew why he’d turned his back on the lady. From the moment she’d walked in, he’d caught her perfume. That alone had sparked a curiosity in him. He had decided that his heart would be for Clarissa after losing Naomi, and he was a man of his word.
“Why are you here?” He cut in, uncomfortably shifting his gaze from the cheap looking weave she had on. His eyes travelled from her roundish forehead, to her large golden brown eyes that were shaped like almonds. They shone like stars upon a very dark night. Her broad nose sat proudly above a pair of deliciously pretty thick pink lips. His adoration stopped at her unique skin tone- she stood in between brown and light, white chocolate.
Helen’s nostrils dilated as she stared from Aniekan to Bassey. She had to sell herself! She had prepared for this. Away with shyness, Helen marched towards the glass table, hurriedly dropped her bag, opened the envelop and brought out two white sheets.
“Have this please…” she rushed towards Bassey with one, before reaching out to Aniekan.
The Martins exchanged glares.
“Good morning everyone, my name is Helen Akpan. I am sorry for wasting your time. I was invited to be interviewed for the position of Project Instructive Manager for Chocolito Uyo. I am here for innovation. Before applying, I have spent almost 18 months monitoring the growth, and studying business patterns of Chocolito enterprise…” She paused to see if she got their attention.
Aniekan dropped the soda can, and caressed his chin as he watched her.
“Yes, Chocolito has dominated many Nigerian and African markets, and is quite successful…”
“Quite successful? That’s insulting. We’re the best!” Bassey scoffed.
“Bassey!” Aniekan raised a hand, he was enjoying this.
“But not as big as Unilever…I want us to go global. To be known in major markets and superstores in Europe. America. Asia!” Helen smiled.
“How do you plan to do that as project manager?” Aniekan spotted her dimples and thought she looked prettier when she smiled.
“Simple. Chocolito needs a face. That’s how brands are made. That’s how they are sustained.” Helen replied.
“Whoa…I didn’t see that coming. You’re really good with words.” Bassey was surprised that the timid aura had completely disappeared and was replaced by this confident saleswoman.
“I like your ideas. I’d like to employ you.” Aniekan’s heart skipped and she flashed another smile. He quickly looked away and fixed his eyes on his sister.
Bassey understood and rushed towards him.
“Let’s hire her. We need fresh ideas.” Bassey liked Helen already.
“I…I have to speak to the team.” Aniekan stuttered. Right now, he depended on Clarissa for major decisions. She’d come to play a pivotal role since he’d fallen in love with her.
Bassey’s teeth jammed as she frowned. Her hatred for that two faced woman increased.

The days of the cursed month she hated most flew like they had double wings. Weekend was over already, and there she was standing in front of her mirror; all dressed in a tight pencil skirt, and a yellow top which highlighted her brownish complexion. As Helen applied some perfume to her ensemble, she began to wonder if she stood a chance.
“Chocolito, Chocolito,” it was one of the biggest food brands globally. As she grabbed her bag and marched towards the door, she began to wonder what would happen if she didn’t get the job. It would be a disaster! She had taken a huge loan to rent a house, to buy dresses that she couldn’t ordinarily afford just to fit the part.
She had just stepped out of the gate when her phone buzzed inside her bag.
“Ndueidem?” Helen picked out impatiently. One of her best friends was calling, but this wasn’t a good time! Already, sweat glided down the sides of her face as tear drops, almost destroying the classical career woman look she was trying to portray.
“Hey babe…how are you preparing for your interview?” Ndueidem could sense the anxiety in her best friend’s voice, but she didn’t care. Helen was the nervous one. Well, she didn’t blame her. After losing two of her parents during Christmas, life wasn’t entirely a pocket of roses for her.
“Can we talk later? I’m so scared Ndy. Like…I know I have tried my best to look good. But I know I wouldn’t be the only one. There are people far better than I am.” Helen’s wrists began to tremble as she spoke.
“Just breathe darling. Everything is going to be alright.” Ndueidem whispered.
“I’m breathing. I have to go now!” Helen flagged down an orange minibus.
“Aka uke?” The grumpy old man barked at her.
“Um…Chocolito.” She replied and got in without waiting for his approval.
“5000 Naira!” He returned, his eyes slowly taking in the pretty young lady.
“Oga…please drop me!” Helen cut in abruptly.
“Chocolito far from here. E be like you need get there on time. I no go carry any other passenger but you. 5000 dey okay.” He ignited the power of the engine, but hesitated to move the car, still waiting for her agree.
Her nostrils dilated as she inhaled deeply.
“2000. That’s all I have.” She nibbled her lower lip, while watching the driver’s face.
“Add something abeg. Add something.” He insisted, his frown softening as he began to chuckle.
“2500. Please let’s go!” Helen snapped at him.
Once the journey had started, reaching a comfortable distance, he began to talk.
“That man don suffer o! Fire burn him wife and pikin, one night!” The driver adjusted the volume of his radio.
At first, Helen didn’t pick interest. All she could think about was the interview. Will the panel be harsh? Will they throw difficult questions?
“Erm, which man be that?” Helen decided she was too harsh on the man.
He shrugged, “The Chocolito man now. Aniekan Martins. The man na very good somebody o! Him dey help plenty of our people, both in Akwa-Ibom and outside, but that bad tin still come do am…” He ended the conversation with a sigh.
Helen was shocked to hear the news, because as popular as Aniekan Martins was, that aspect of his life was scarcely reported. Her breathing doubled as she sighted a gigantic golden building that absorbed all the glory of Utuk Industrial layout. Everything about Chocolito screamed pedigree and class. Her heart sank as she spotted hundreds of sparkling tear-rubber vehicles.
Did she really belong here?

Helen hurriedly paid the man and scurried towards the entrance. There, she found a long queue of applicants. Heart was heavy as she realized that it would take days to get in. Just how many people had heard of this interview?
“Ouch!” Helen staggered, almost falling as someone pushed her from behind. The applicants were starting to revolt against the security officers that stopped them at the gate. Helen knew that she had to find a way to get out of there as there could be stampede anytime.
Hurriedly, she took off the stilettos that she’d chosen for her look. She unzipped her bag and took out a pair of blue slippers with ribbons that dangled in their front.
“Hello Aunty!” A soft hand tapped her from behind.
“Geez! Elvina!” Helen was shocked as she turned around. The little girl that’d given her the Christmas Barbie…
“Um…what are you doing here?” Helen raised a brow.
Elvina shrugged, “Um…my uncle works here. I follow him sometimes when there’s no one to stay with me at home.” She explained, and gestured with her small hands.
Helen tried guessing her age as she spoke.
“That’s great. But I have to go now.” Helen’s eyes boiled with tears as she realized the job situation of the country.
“You’re going? I…I thought you came to attend the interview…” Little Elvina scratched her head.
“There’s a way to take you inside the building.” Elvina smiled, hoping this would make the lady happy.
“A way? How?” Helen scoffed.
“Trust me. I’ve been around here very many times. Now come!” Elvina wriggled her way through the thick crowd, leaving Elvina with two options: to stay back, or to allow a child she barely knew lead her. Well, she needed the job.
***
Aniekan’s thick dark brows met at the middle of his polished forehead. He leaned against the window and wondered how news about the interview had leaked. His blood boiled as he waited for his petulant secretary to report. Uyoima was in charge of the communications team. It was her job to protect information like this.
“Are you still angry with me?” Bassey’s tall heels clicked in announcement of her entrance.
Somehow the sound of his sister’s voice decreased his annoyance. He was supposed to stay mad at Bassey Martins for interfering in his relationship with Clarissa. But this was not the time or place to challenge her.
“We need to sort this out! My name, the brand name will be in the mud! Uyoima was supposed to handle this. We had hundreds of applicants, but she’d sent invites to only hundred after going through their resumes and validating it. Now we’re going to lose everything…” Aniekan hated incompetence. He marched towards the refrigerator and quickly grabbed a bottle of water before he got man.
Bassey stood calmly and watched her brother. Everyone inside the building was terrified of the enormous crowd outside. She leaned against the window and wondered how best they could handle it.
“I will address the crowd. I think you should start screening, interviewing those that managed to get in. For the hundred we were hoping for, I doubt we could get to them. But whatever happens, we must maintain the image of Chocolito.”
Aniekan affirmed all what she offered with a nod, before proceeding to open the bottle and empty the icy water into his mouth.
“Expecting someone?” Bassey’s brow erected as a loud knock sounded on the door.
Aniekan ran his tongue over his wet lips.
“Probably Uyoima. You just saved her ass. I was going to fire her!” He dropped the bottle gently on the table.
“Come in!” Bassey continued to stare at her brother. Sometimes, she wondered how he found strength to live without his beautiful wife…and Elvina? She hadn’t completed the talk about his daughter whom a certain photographer had claimed to see somewhere.
“See you later. Time to address the crowd!” Bassey marched towards the door only to stop abruptly as she door opened and an extremely attractive woman rushed in like someone had pushed her from behind.
“Elvina! Wait!” Helen beckoned on the little girl, but she scurried through the lonely hallway.

FALLING FOR KARO- EPISODE 4 BY ROSE AKPABIO
Zinny’s hands trembled as she realized that she wasn’t in a dream. The dark man sauntering towards her was the man she once loved! She had poured out all her passion on him; she had devoted her life to him. But he had hurt her in the cruelest way. Her shoulders vibrated as memories of that day invaded her mind. She had been the most beautiful bride. She had woken up with excitement, but weeks later, she had been in and out of therapy sessions just to preserve her mental health.
“No…” She gritted her teeth as Greg neared.
Even from a distance, Greg could feel her pain. He truly regretted what he had done; and it was time to make peace.
“Don’t come close. You are not real. You are not real…” Zinny shook her head violently and leaned against the car, she needed support. She suddenly regretted not following her friends inside the club.
He had to listen to her. Greg had hurt her the first time, and he couldn’t stand seeing her in that shape. Zinny was broken. Although she had seemed calm on the outside, she hadn’t healed properly. He noticed her dress sense, and how dull the colors were. His Zinny was a fashion freak. What had changed?
When her legs found little strength, she whirled round and ran away from him. Just in time, she found a taxi. Without a second thought, Zinny jumped in and headed for home. But one thing was certain; neither of the two would sleep well that night.
As Dayo moved towards the entrance of the club, he could feel eyes perching on him, especially female eyes. He sighed and dropped his hands in his pocket. He was used to that. Women loved to fawn over him, but he wasn’t attracted to any of them. However, he had no time to be in a relationship; the last relationship he had been in had ended up badly. Dayo was extremely busy. He had little time to relax, and whenever such opportunities came, he loved to have fun. It was Greg’s idea that they come to the club, but now, Greg had abandoned him and he was all alone.
He showed his ticket to the bouncers and they let him pass. The loudness of the music was the first thing to put him off, but he couldn’t turn back.
“Hello Virum,” he whispered and searched the club for a comfortable place. He would wait for Greg’s return, but he needed to do something real quick.
Most times, Dayo’s thoughts were occupied by his patients. Though he was new at the Lily Waters hospital, many people had warmed up to him. He was a pediatrician, and he had started bonding with one of his young patients. A smile danced on his lips as he thought about the little boy. Though Hameed was down with a serious condition, the child was still very lively.
He moved to the bar and settled comfortably in a chair. He was about to call one of the nurses on call when a sweet fragrance spiraled into his nostrils. Dayo couldn’t describe how beautiful that smell was. He had to stop and check out the lady wearing it, because it was extremely feminine.
***
Andikan was on the dance floor. She had found a hot guy and they didn’t waste time. Karo almost regretted coming to the club with Andikan; it was pointless. This was her birthday and she was supposed to be celebrated. She decided to wait for some minutes at the bar; but if Andikan didn’t get tired of dancing, Karo made up her mind to leave. Perhaps, Zinny was right.
The hall was crowded and stuffy. Neon lights ranging from the darkest green to the sharpest yellow streamed on the floor. The DJ was a young woman, and her taste in music was current. The music was what kept Karo from stepping outside the club. As she neared the bar, she thought about her last birthday with Chike…
The man had been the most romantic man she had ever been with. Karo had been at her restaurant( she was a professional chef with a solid brand) trying to minister to some high profile clients that had showed up, only for Chike to appear with twelve bouquets of fresh red roses. Would she ever get over him? Could they be another man as sweet as her late husband? Was she being too clingy?
“What do you serve?” Karo forced the thoughts out of her head and decided that she would enjoy a delicious cocktail on her birthday.
The bartender smiled, “Good evening, you look lovely in that dress.” This was followed by a wink. Karo chuckled, was he flirting with her?
“Thank you, what do you serve?” She repeated politely.
The man presented a menu and waited for her to choose. All the while, Karo failed to notice the man next to her, who found it difficult to keep his eyes forward. Dayo couldn’t believe he was seeing his beautiful neighbor again. He was yet to form an impression about Karo, but her smooth dark skin and her penetrating gaze had left a mark on him.
He loved that she dressed beautifully. She had a fine body that was very attractive. Dayo quickly pulled away his gaze, so he wouldn’t appear as a pervert. He rose, and walked towards her.
“Hello neighbor!” He smiled.
Karo almost spilled the drink in her mouth. The cute guy from Aviva Estate! What was he doing here? Was he stalking her? Hell, he didn’t even know her, so that possibility was out. She swallowed her drink carefully and turned her attention towards him.
“Mr. Lawson.” Karo nodded, she hardly forgot names.
Dayo said nothing; he was lost in her eyes.
“So what are you doing here?” Karo had a feeling he was the quiet type.
He shrugged, “I came with a friend but he left me for someone.” Dayo gave a dry laugh.
Karo took another sip of the cocktail, “I guess we have something in common.”
Dayo was about to probe further, when two bouncers appeared next to them.
“Can we help you?” Dayo was not comfortable with these hefty men.
“This woman entered into the club with a fake ticket. She must leave or pay for her dubious ways.”

FALLING FOR KARO- EPISODE 2

Karo finally settled for the see-through yellow dress which accentuated the curves on her petite body to the disapproval of Zinny.
“You don’t get to tell the celebrant what to wear,” Andikan fired at Zinny while helping Karo with her zip. The yellow dress stopped at the middle of her thigh, showing off her smooth dark skin, it had three maroon buttons on the chest and a slight opening to show the fullness of her chest. Yes, Karo Chike was a very beautiful woman, and round in all the right places. But she wasn’t tall.
Zinny ignored her friends and rose to her feet. They called her uptight many times, but she didn’t care. Religion was an important part of her life. After being jilted by a man she surrendered her heart to, the man that dumped her at the altar, Zinny had suffered a terrible breakdown. Though she had been religious back in school her devotion to matters of faith doubled after the incident. To her, religion filled up a void that was left by a reckless man.
“I will keep preaching against indecent dressing. Truth is always bitter.” Zinny joined her friends by the dressing mirror to adjust her turban and powder her face a bit.
Andikan rolled her eyes, “Why would you wear a turban for a party?”
“Ignore her,” Karo mouthed the words.
The girls were soon finished with their make-up and hair. Andikan had promised to organize a small party for Karo. At first, the girls were reluctant because Andikan kept the location of the party and the planning process all to herself.
“Time for the party!” Andikan rubbed her hands together and cheered.
“Can we go already?” Zinny fetched the Karo’s car keys from the dresser and marched out briskly.
While Andikan hurried to get the keys from her, Karo couldn’t help but stare at the mirror for the last time. Her eyes warmed up with surprise at how beautiful she’d turned out. She sparkled like a moonbeam. Her thick lips glazed purple, and her round eyes were more prominent. Karo’s natural afro fitted her oval face perfectly. She pulled in a deep breath and cast her eyes on the picture of Chike which hung close to her wardrobe.
“I wish you were her,” her voice was drenched in sadness.
“But you are not and I know you’d want me to have fun!” Karo replaced the sadness with a hopeful smile. One thought kept plaguing her mind, the face of her new neighbor possessed her. Karo felt uncomfortable for thinking about him too long. Well, she would get rid of him soon. Just like the other men, there was nothing special about him.
Outside, Zinny and Andikan had decided to settle.
“I want to drive now because my night vision is zero. You’ll bring us back home.” Zinny explained the reason that she was eager to drive them to the party.
Sweat broke out on Andikan’s forehead. She had wanted to drive the girls to the party herself for a reason. She had lost a lot of money while trying to gamble online, but she found it difficult to talk to the girls about it. The party she had planned for Karo wasn’t going to hold. It was non-existent. Her rent would expire in three weeks and she had no way to go. The thought of telling her friends about her financial recklessness disturbed her.
“Are you fine with that?” Zinny thought she had been too harsh on her friend.
“No, I will drive to and fro. You don’t need to worry.” Andikan collected the keys from her and jumped into the car. Zinny shrugged and joined her. Soon, the girls were all seated including Karo. They all felt excited as they anticipated the party that Andikan had planned.
Their first shock was when Andikan brought the car to a halt, right in front of the town’s most popular nightclub, Virum.
“What are we doing here? This is a club and we cannot be here,” Zinny quickly opened her side of the car and stepped out.
Karo was equally surprised; she had never been to Virum before, though she had gone to other clubs. Virum was for the crème of the society. Tickets were usually needed for entrance. Karo was amazed, how could Andikan spend so much to throw her a party at the club?
Andikan slowly got out of the car and produced three tickets from her handbag. Unknown to her friends, she had forged the tickets online. She prayed and hoped they wouldn’t be caught.
“I reserved a special table for us. I wasn’t really buoyant but I wanted us to hang out,” she explained.
Karo’s face lit up, “Well, I didn’t want anything big. Though this isn’t what I expected, I truly appreciate it. Girl, do you know what it means to be in Virum?” Karo waved her hands against herself as if the weather was hot, just to emphasize her excitement.
“I am not coming into that sinful place with you two.” Zinny crossed her hands against her chest.
Andikan felt relieved. If anyone could find out her secret fast enough, it would be Zinny. The girl was highly observant and smart and annoying at the same time.
“Then you’ll be the watchwoman.” Andikan turned to Zinny and handed her the keys. Zinny didn’t protest, she meant what she had said. Karo rolled her eyes and trailed behind Andikan. She was starting to get irritated by Zinny’s religious attitude.
Fifteen minutes after her friends had stepped into the club, Zinny decided to lean against the car for some fresh air. She took off her turban to feel more comfortable and fed her eyes with the caliber of people that trooped into the club. At first, she thought her eyes were deceiving her when she spotted a slender man in a red jacket. He had sideburns and wore a baldy.
“Greg?” Her lips shivered.
No, it couldn’t be. The last she had heard of the man that abandoned her at the altar was that he had travelled outside the country.
Greg Afolayan had just returned to the country, he had decided to hang out with his best friend at Virum. For some reason, he felt like he was being watched. The hairs on his nape arose, and a cold chill ran down his spine. He licked his lips and slowly turned around to have a better look at his environment.
It was at that point that he met her eyes.
“Ezinne!” Her name flew out of his lips.
His heart raced in a guilty dance as he recalled the day he had jilted her. Greg was ashamed of his actions because Zinny didn’t deserve such cruelty. He didn’t have the heart to hurt her more by marrying her. He knew she deserved better, and he also panicked. Greg admitted that he hadn’t done well.
“Excuse me,” he whispered to his friend.
“Where to?” Dayo’s brows thickened.
“I need to talk to someone.”

EPISODE 1

FALLING FOR KARO BY ROSE AKPABIO


Ten years had passed since she’d lost him. Chike was the only man who’d truly loved her and understood her. Back then, she had been the envy of her friends. He had loved her with everything in him, he had shown her respect. His actions towards her dissolved all her fears concerning marriage; they had been just like siblings. Even now, memories of each moment they shared, each tear that they cried together and the warmth of numerous hugs plagued her mind. Sadly, she had not been able to conceive for him.

“Hello?” Andikan waved over her friend’s face.

Karo Chike was the central personality holding the triad together. She, Andikan and Zinny, whose real name was Ezinne, but preferred an anglicized version, had been friends for fifteen years now. They had all met at the university as roommates; their meeting blossomed to a solid friendship that stood the test of time. It was Karo’s birthday and the friends had gathered to make it fun for her. While Andikan and Zinny had been arguing about the perfect dress for the party they were about to attend, Karo’s mind had drifted away from the present, into the past.
“Karo!” Andikan tapped her friend sternly on the shoulder.
While Andikan was the most extroverted of the three, Karo was in the middle ad Zinny was a clear ambivert, a very religious ambivert. Karo’s light brown eyes glowed with unshed tears, but she masked her pain behind a quick smile. She didn’t want her friends to pity her, or suspect that she was still grieving for her late husband.
“I want you to choose between these two dresses,” Andikan proudly raised two hangers up. She was the fashionista of the group. The light skinned lady with a generous amount of chest flesh and hips was also the youngest, but that didn’t deter her outspoken personality. Since the time of their meeting, Andikan found it difficult to flow with Zinny, whose views she considered archaic.
Zinny scoffed and clapped her hands, “You better not choose that revealing dress. What will people think about you Karo? I will not follow you guys to that party if you choose that dress!” Zinny pointed at the transparent flowery mini dress, which was designed to show off every curve in a woman’s body. Zinny carefully adjusted her turban and leaned against the chair, while drumming her slender brown fingers on the table.
Karo couldn’t help but chuckle. She loved her friends genuinely and they loved her too. Whenever she was down, she would make a conference call or visit their group chat, and everything will go away.
“It’s my birthday Zinny, don’t you think I deserve a little fun?” Karo ran a tongue about her lips.
She wasn’t the crazy type, but she felt like loosening up and having fun that day.
“Don’t listen to this village woman, just go ahead and wear this.” Andikan winked.
Karo abandoned the bed she sat on and moved to the mirror.
“Give me time to think about it…” She returned.
“Sounds like what you have been saying about all the men that ask you out.” Andikan threw the hangers on the bed. She had a feeling Karo would wear something old from her closet.
Karo ignored her friend’s harsh words and began to pick on her afro. Well, she didn’t blame Andikan much; all she wanted was for Karo to be happy. Andikan yearned for Karo to give the men that approached her, a chance to love her.
“Chike would want you to be happy…” Andikan always said.
“I’ll have to agree with her on this one. You deserve a godly man.” Zinny would add.
“Ten years…” Karo’s lips moved. Chike had died in a plane crash ten years ago, she had been twenty seven at the time; everyone had expected her to re-marry but she had found it difficult to part with the memories of her true love.
She was about applying a purple lip wear, when the doorbell rang. At first, she raised her brows while doing a mental check on people she expected.
“Are you expecting someone?” Zinny wondered.
“Three is already a crowd…” Andikan rolled her eyes lazily.
“I am not expecting anyone; maybe my drycleaner has brought my clothes for tomorrow.” Karo tossed the lip wear on the dresser and walked out of the room. She had turned off her phones, and deactivated her social media accounts. Karo knew the birthday notifications would come in dozens and she didn’t have the mental energy to respond to all.
Not hesitating, she pulled the door open, her heart almost jumped out of her mouth as she stared into the deep shade of blue. Who was this handsome man?
“Hi, you must be Karoline Chike…” The handsome stranger smiled.
Karo bit her lip and eyed him suspiciously.
“Mrs. Aviva must have told you right?” He smiled.
Mrs. Aviva was Karol’s landlady. She owned all the houses in Aviva Estate and they were very expensive.
“Told me what?” Karo stuttered, and then she suddenly remembered that she had turned off all her phones.
“My name is Dayo Lawson; I am your new neighbor. I just stopped to say hello.”
Before Karo could utter a word, he spun on his heel and briskly walked away from her. She swallowed as he suddenly pulled off his shirt in the middle of the field that separated their houses.
“Oh my…” Karo quickly shut the door to prevent her mind from nursing sinful thoughts.
Dayo wasn’t just a cute biracial guy. His body was lean in the right places and hard, very hard. His nose was small and sharp. His jaw was angular and firm. His lips were thin and pink. Dayo’s bushy brows reminded her of the Victorian age depicted in pictures; it was his eyes that held her attention. They reminded her of the sky, of the sea.
“Are you alright?” Andikan joined her in the sitting room.
Karo’s throat felt dry, her lips were shivering as images of Dayo’s naked skin flashed in her mind. Boy, that body was flawless. She had a hard time focusing on other things.
“Yes, I am.” Karo forced a smile. But she couldn’t fool Andikan.
“But you look like you have just seen a ghost,” Andikan’s brows knotted in confusion.
“Never mind, let’s dress for the party!” Karo scurried to the room. The truth was this: after Chike had died, something about being attracted to men had died alongside with him. No man had ever stirred her attention after ten years. The sight of Dayo Lawson, the biracial guy, the guy with the beach body, the guy who took his shirt in the middle of the field, her new neighbor, was enough to rekindle the fire of desire in her.
Karo had a strong feeling that she was in trouble. This was just the beginning.

What the papers said about the C.E.O of Chocolito Enterprise were true. That Aniekan Martins was one of the most hard working business owners in the country, and was the fifth richest man in Nigeria. It was also true that he was one of the youngest billionaires in Africa. His worth ethics of consistency, diligence and passion for duty were worth emulating. That Aniekan was an extremely attractive and powerful man, women couldn’t help but adore him.
“The rich also cry…” His lips moved slowly as he stared at the photograph of Naomi and her little princess.
Carissa’s large brown eyes ran over the naked form before her. She ate him greedily with her looks, while secretly hoping that the passionate lovemaking would bear fruit; that would be the fastest way to cement her position in Aniekan’s life. Even when he was completely relaxed, and didn’t need any effort to stay attractive, Aniekan’s godlike handsomeness still shone like a radiant white light in darkness.
The man was tall and slender, 6ft plus. His deep chocolate complexion made added to his sweet allure. Whenever he smiled, his dark eyes would lighten up and start a fire in the heart of the woman that was watching him.
“What do you think? Should I interview the rookies myself or let my team do it?” Aniekan spun around to stare at his lover.
Carissa felt her heart pounding abruptly as she stared at his hard body, his taut nipples and the proud length of his lower member. How could one man be so perfect?
“Um…” She looked away and tried to think. Dating a man like Aniekan wasn’t an easy task. He loved intelligent women. His late wife Naomi was just as cerebral as he was. She was so accomplished and responsible that she ran a half of Chocolito. Carissa understood this. The fastest means she’d employed to get him to notice her was mirroring everything that her late best friend was.
“Interview them. It shows that you’re interested in Chocolito Uyo. This would keep mangers of other branches on their toes, knowing that you could show up at any time to peruse through their activities.” Carissa straightened on the bed, and kept her eyes on his face.
“Okay, I’ll think about it.” He turned around and stared at the picture of his late wife, Naomi and his late daughter Uduak. Although they had died five years back, the pain of their loss still haunted him.
Carissa’s jaw tightened as she noticed he was still staring at Naomi’s picture. She hated that. Why was it so hard for him to get them out of his mind?
“You know…after they both died, I never thought I’d know happiness again. Thank God I found you.” Aniekan pushed the dark memories aside and moved towards the bed.
“But your family don’t see it that way. They see me as a betrayer. They feel I am betraying my best friend. But I love you darling…I want you to see that.” Her stomach fluttered as his fingers cupped her left cheek.
His voice was husky and broken, “I know you do. You guide me just as Naomi did, and every step of the way.” Aniekan suddenly stood up when a knock sounded on the door.
Carissa joined him on her feet. She stared at him in confusion.
“I’m not expecting anyone. But dress up. Stay here.” He moved towards his wardrobe, snatched a bathrobe and slipped it on. Aniekan gritted his teeth as he marched towards the door. Whoever had intruded better had an important explanation to make.
“Bassey?” Aniekan bit his lip to prevent from yelling at his younger sister.
Bassey’s smile faded when she caught the scent of a familiar woman who was trying to con her way into Aniekan’s life.
“Don’t tell me that bitch is here!” Bassey advanced towards the door yelling.
“Carissa bitch! You shameless LovePeddler! Naomi was your friend, you shouldn’t be sleeping with her man bitch!” Bassey angrily pushed against her brother who blocked her from getting into the bedroom.
“This is getting old. I might get you arrested. Carissa is an adult, so am I. We’re free to date whoever we want to. And prepare yourself, one day Carissa would become my wife. I wouldn’t entertain any wrong treatment of her.”
Bassey’s nostrils flared in anger. She decided that it was best to ignore Carissa and focus on the message she’d come to deliver.
“I don’t mean to hurt your feelings brother, but someone suspects that Elvina may still be alive.” Without waste of time, she unzipped her bag, then fetched a white envelope containing pictures of the child that one of her friends had spotted playing around Udo Udoma Park.
“Carissa is after your wealth. I wish you could open your eyes to it.”

Helen’s arms trembled as she continued to stare at the mysterious doll. She could swear that she’d thrown the doll she was given by the girl into the trash bin. She blinked twice and stared at the package again.
“Madam, everything dey alright?” The security man had been watching her.
“I don’t think this parcel is for me.” Helen quickly shook her head and quickly returned it. Before he could protest, Helen had marched briskly towards her room. She sighed with relief as she opened the door and sighted her large bed. Finally, she could relax, then later prepare for her interview that was on Monday.
Her lips parted as she yawned and stretched on the blue bed. A sense of peace overwhelmed her now that she was far away from the Christmas spirit and activities that saturated the air. She scoffed as she remembered someone inviting her to the famous Uyo Christmas Village, still around her neighborhood…Christmas, while it represented light, love and joy for others, it was a period of darkness and gloom. She had lost both parents during Christmas; there had to be something dark about the period, there just had to be.
She rested her head against the pillow,and gently closed her eyes, hoping that sleep would come take her away. For some reason, she felt disturbed by the strong harmatan breeze that blew through the open window of the room.
“Not now…” She couldn’t risk catching cold. She had to best and healthiest for the interview. With solid determined steps, she reached the window and was about to force it shut when she caught sight of a little girl.
“Elvina?” She spotted the girl from the park who’d given her a doll.
“Bye aunty!!!” Elvina called back, waved and scurried towards the yard of the compound.
Helen scoffed and thought that it was weird that she’d seen the same girl twice. Then it hit her. Maybe Elvina lived in the same neighborhood? And had probably seen her dumping the doll? Then had fetched it out, parceled it and dropped it with the security man?
But that would be too fast! Helen decided that all things would be clear once she awoke from sleep.

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[11/23, 8:30 PM] RiverFire❤️💻👩🏽‍💻📚: As she strolled around the greenery of Udo Udoma Park, Helen couldn't help but adore the still quiet pool and the white birds that floated above it. She enjoyed serenity, there was so much peace in being alone. Well, she'd been alone almost all her life. Her heart shuddered as she spotted some raffia huts at the park which had golden bells, mistletoes and the little Santa toys that were picturesque of the Christmas season.

"Damn!" She gritted her teeth and quickly looked away. A deep sharp pain cut through her...the season where she would relive all her pains was here again. She had lost her parents ten years back on Christmas day. For some reason, each Christmas season came with its own gift of doom for her family.

Helen decided that her little tour of her new environment was over. She had just moved to Uyo and had gotten a house around the park area. By Monday, she hoped to attend an interview at the famous Chocolito Enterprise, it's Uyo branch.

"Chocolito here we go," her lips moved as she tried to distract herself from the obvious Christmas decorations that littered about.

"Aunty! Aunty!" Tiny voices laced with an innocence that only angels could recommend called.

Helen turned to face the children with a smile. But they giggled mischievously and dispersed, but one remained.

"Hi... I'm Helen." She flashed a smile that showed her deep dimples. She lowered her body to a full squat, so she could reach the level of the girl who she assumed was about five or six.

The light skinned girl grinned, her front teeth had gone on sabbatical.

"My name is Elvina. But my friends call me Uduak. Here...have a Christmas Barbie." Elvina pointed a polished sweet looking doll that was adorned in a red dress and golden shoes.

Helen's hands trembled as she accepted the doll. How she hated Christmas and anything that had to do with it!

"Thank you Elvina...I have to go now." Helen's fingers clutched tightly around the doll as she marched briskly out of the park. She will throw that doll away. Nothing related to the season of bad luck would be found in her new home.

Well away from the verdure park, Helen looked around the scanty street of Eyo Avenue...

"Perfect!" Her eyes discovered a huge plastic trash pan. Hurriedly she tossed the doll in and hurried home.

Chocolito was one of the biggest food brands in Nigeria and Africa. She was applying for an advertising role...Aniekan Martins was the C.E.O. It was rumored that he would be at the interview hall. The thought of beholding such a powerful and attractive bachelor whose name was always on the lips of ladies made her more anxious.

"Welcome Madam." The security man waved at her as she opened the gate.

"Thank you oga..." Helen thought that his belly carried all the economic problems of Nigeria. Surely, he was a beer drinker.

When the smile vanished from her face, she continued towards the string of flats where she stayed.

"Madam... please wait." The chubby man moved towards her.

"Ehn?" Helen's bushy brow erected in wonder.

"Na you be Madam Helen abi? I never too grab your name wella." He smiled.

Helen nodded, she noticed that he was holding a fancy bags. It looked like there was a parcel inside it.

"Person say make I give you this gift...I bin no wan collect am o. But the small girl tell me say na her mama send am to deliver the gift." He explained while offering her the bag.

Helen scoffed. Definitely there was another Helen in the vicinity because she wasn't expecting any parcel. Her sister, Idara was far away in Lagos and wasn't comfortable enough to send gifts. Her older brother was married and had cut them off. Her best friends, Hilary and Ndueidem wouldn't dare send her a Christmas gift.

"Look am. Just take..." The man's hands insisted.

Reluctantly, Helen took the bag and looked inside. Clearly, it was a parcel concealed in yet another plastic bag. She pulled out the parcel and almost screamed.

What was inside was an exact replica of the doll she had thrown inside the trash pan.

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Lola was pleased by her openness; sometimes it took more probing for patients to open up.
“I can tell that you don’t particularly cherish his name, but that’s okay. If we do not fear certain names or things, our humanity would be questioned. I am scared when a snake is mentioned.” She chipped in these words on a lighter note, Ime couldn’t help but laugh. But she got the message the woman sent to her. It was okay to be afraid of Victor’s name, she was reacting perfectly as a human being would.
“What makes you fear him? Tell me about your relationship…” Lola tossed the pencil on the table and leaned back. Ime had a lot of stories to tell. She needed to focus.
Ime breathed deeply and searched the depth of her reasoning. Deep down were many memories that she had hidden. She needed to release them from her mind by sharing them with this mind expert.
“He had come into my life as an angel. I thought he was the best thing to happen to me, and I was the luckiest woman in the world. I was wrong. After the marriage, he tried to control me. He wanted me to resign…when I refused, the beatings began.” Tears welled up in her eyes as past events flooded her mind. Ime could hear herself screaming. She could feel his punches and kicks. She could see her blood splashing on the marble floor. She could feel her head throbbing.
“Why are you afraid of him?” Lola didn’t flinch, she watched intently.
Ime wiped her face, “I fear that he would kill me one day. I try to liberate myself from these memories, but I have a feeling that it isn’t over with him.”
“So you feel you can bump into him anytime?” Lola leaned forward and began to take notes. Ime was suffering from paranoia, this was common among people that had been exposed to abuse and stress. Sometimes, their instincts about their ex was right, but other times the individuals had moved on. Paranoia was a serious problem, and it could stir up thoughts creating panic anxiety.
Though she felt ashamed to admit it, she told Lola the truth. She always felt Victor watching her from a distance, waiting for the right time to strike.
“Have you told anyone else about this?” The doctor asked.
“I would sound like a creep if I said that. But I feel trapped. I fear him. I don’t know what to do.” She confessed.
Lola’s eyes rested on the clock. This was enough for one day.
“I’ll give you an assignment. Write ten good things you remember about Victor. When next we meet, we would go through the list.”
Ime nodded calmly, wondering why the doctor would give her such a weird assignment. But she would find out soon. She had more things to share, but it seemed the woman was in a hurry. Ime enjoyed the session, and couldn’t wait for another time. She felt better.
“Thank you for your time.” Ime slowly rose.
“Don’t mention. Take good care of yourself and focus on the best parts of your ex husband.” Lola replied. For the first time in a long while, she felt a connection to a patient. She would devote her time to helping Ime. As she walked out of the doctor’s office, she felt relieved. Finally, she had found someone else who understood what it was like to walk in Victor’s shadow. Ime felt relieved as she marched towards her friend who was seated at the visitor’s space waiting for her. She had a feeling that Doctor Lola would help her overcome her fears about Victor.
“Let’s go.” Ime whispered cheerfully, even Ella could sense a change in her friend.
Ella quickly dropped her phone in her bag and rose to her feet.
“How did it go?” She asked concernedly, hoping the doctor was able to help her friend.
Ime nodded with a smile, “I can’t wait for the next session. Although the assignment she gave to me was tricky, I don’t mind. I would consider anything just to find healing. Can we go now?”
“Sure we can.” Ella affirmed with a nod. While Ime had been in the session, she had made a transfer to the hospital account. She was glad that her friend was getting the help that she needed. But something else bothered her. She was tempted to tell Ime about the prince. Ella changed her mind. She would keep out of it until Ime found out herself.
“So what’s the assignment about?” Ella asked after waving down a taxi. When they settled in, Ime turned to answer her.
“Writing out ten things that I loved about Victor, can you imagine that?” She clapped her hands and chuckled.
“Really? Are you sure you can do that?” Ella joined in laughing. She had always been uncomfortable around her best friend’s ex husband. Victor could deceive many people with his charming smiles, but Ella could not be bought. That was the reason he had disliked her and preferred her sister, Ifunanya.
Ime shrugged, “I have to let him out of my mind. I would do whatever it takes to get rid of Victor, once and for all.” Albeit she was determined to make this happen, she had no idea that her ex husband was already in town and he was finding a way to track her. Just as he had promised, he was not going to let her go.
***

After her meeting with Prince Olulade, Ifunanya had decided to have a drink at the lounge of the hotel. Mnay things ran through her mind; the offer of the Prince was first amongst them. This was a golden opportunity, one that she had never had. If she played her cards well, she could become his second wife as the traditional family in Africa allowed for polygamy. If she got in smoothly, she would play around his heart and have him eating from her fingers. But there was a problem. If Olulade was a good man, why would he need another woman to make himself happy when he had such a beautiful wife? As she sat there pondering, Ifunanya decided to carry out more research on the royal family before giving the prince his answer.
“I need to be fully aware of what I am getting into.” She murmured and fiddled her bag for her phone. She had lots of connections in the call girl business. But there was one person that was exposed to classified information pertaining to men from the crème de la crème strata. Swiftly, she dialed Ronke’s number. Ronke Smith was the leading love-vendor in Lagos. Though Ifunanya didn’t work directly with her, they shared mutual friends and enjoyed a cordial relationship.
Ronke picked at first ring. The brown skinned beauty was surprised that Ifunanya had called her.
“Hello Ify, how you dey naw?” She settled for pidgin.
“Ronke Ronke! It’s been so long. I dey fyn o. You?” Ifunanya followed suit. She briefly mentioned to the other woman that she was in Lagos on official business, a language they both understood. She was confused about something and she needed help.
“That’s good. The business is moving then?” Ronke returned, wondering when Ifunanya would state the purpose of her visit.
Ifunanya pulled in a deep breath, “There’s a man that is deeply interested in me. I need information on his family, everything that you can find. Please, I need it within two days.”
Ronke was silent. First, who was this man and why was Ifunanya so interested in knowing more about him when she could’ve confronted him herself? There was something missing. Ifunanya was a smart girl, and Ronke suspected that the man in question was a wealthy man. Perhaps she could strike a deal from this.
“What’s his name?” She asked calmly. Names had weight in the business they partook; the greater the name, the weightier the pocket. She couldn’t wait to hear it.
Ijeoma sighed, “Prince Olulade Ige. I want everything on the royal family, including his wife.”
Ronke’s eyes glowed as she heard the name; Ifunanya had found favor in the eyes of the prince!
“The king of Lagos?” She needed to be sure.
“Yes, please get me in-depth information.” Ifunanya insisted.
“What’s my cut?” Ronke asked. Digging information about the royal family wasn’t going to be easy considering the fact that they were very secretive. She would need money to bribe her way to access quality information.
Ifunanya had not seen this coming, but she quickly understood that this was business. Ronke deserved a fair share in whatever she would earn provided her information was real.
“Once I accept his offer, I’ll pay you a million.” She replied.
“That’s too small.” Ronke scoffed.
“How much do you want?” Ifunanya rolled her eyes.
“Five million. The prince is a wealthy man and he would spend more than that on you.” Ronke returned.
“Fine, just make sure that you get me the truth. You’ll get your money once I accept his offer.” Ifunanya replied.
She broke the connection after accepting Ronke’s financial request. She was about dropping her phone on the table when she noticed a tall man walking towards her direction. It was Victor, Ime’s ex husband. He was marching confidently towards her table.
“Hello Ify,” Victor’s dimples showed as he smiled.
“Mr. Victor! What are you doing here?” She was surprised to see him.
“I came for a business meeting. This is where I lodge.” He answered.
“Me too…” Ifunanya chipped in.
“That’s great. Can we have a drink?” He asked.
“Yes we can.”

The clock was ticking; her eyes darted from one end of her office to another. She had to prepare for her niece’s birthday, but the last client she had for the day was yet to show up. Princess Lola had not wanted to leave, because the person who had booked an appointment had sounded very desperate, and she hated to let people down. She would wait for fifteen minutes, and if there was no sign of Ella or her friend, she would leave for the party. Apart from loving her children, she adored Mayowa greatly. Olulade was her favorite sibling, like him, she was pompous and filled with arrogance towards her other siblings. If Kari or Teni’s child had been the one celebrating, she wouldn’t have been too bothered. This sibling rivalry ran deep, though their parents had noticed it, they couldn’t do much to change the situation. Lola felt she should give a call to Bose, to ask how preparations for the party were ongoing, but she changed her mind. She would speak with Olulade first. She fetched her phone and dialed his number. Coincidentally, Olulade had wanted to call his sister and tell her what had transpired between himself and Bose. So without any form of hesitation, he’d taken the call.
“Hello my future king,” she started her salute.
Olulade couldn’t control his laughter.
“Oh please, our dad would live for many years!” He teased.
“How are you? I called to ask about Mayowa’s party.” Lola returned. There was silence at the other end as he was confused on where to start. He was still enraged about Bose’s attitude towards him. How dare she compare him to Ife?
“I hit Bose today.” He announced, not to earn her praise but to set the pace for the conversation which would be about Ife.
“What? Why would you do something like that?” Lola rose to her feet.
She bit her lip and asked, “Did she hit you first? Why would you even do something like that?”
He sighed, “She told me that I would never be half the man that Ife is. Can you imagine that? She belittled me because of that fool. I am starting to believe that she may have feelings for him.”
When Lola took in his explanation, she relaxed. Bose deserved what she had gotten. How could she compare her beloved brother to that vermin?
“Then you don’t have a problem. I would speak to her when I return. If she says a word to anyone in the palace about it, she would be in trouble with me. Don’t just worry your sweet head about Bose, I can handle her.” Lola calmed his fears. If the king heard about the occurrence, he would be mad and disappointed at his first son. But Lola knew how to take care of her brother’s mess, because he had taken care of hers when she had snuck out of the palace to meet with one of her lovers. She had an unplanned pregnancy from that affair, but her brother had arranged a doctor and she had an abortion. If her other siblings had known, they would’ve judged her, but Olulade showed her loyalty. That single action had strengthened the bond that they shared.
“I encouraged you to marry her, I brought her into this palace and I can take her out. It seems that she has forgotten where she is!” Lola was embittered by the comparison, just as Olulade.
“We will talk about it when you return; I am almost at the palace.” The prince replied.
“Good. Just wear a smile on your face and pretend like everything is okay.” She advised, before ending the connection. She gritted her teeth and stared at the clock, ten more minutes was left from the time she had set aside for waiting. Calmly, she returned to the chair like the majesty that she was. Ife had stolen the love and admiration of their parents, they needed to join forces and fight their greatest fear: him taking the throne from Olulade. Although the position was hereditary, specifically for the first male child, there were instances that the King could choose whom to give his throne too.
Lola drummed her fingers on the glass table and sighed, “I will do everything to keep that throne for my Olulade. I have to teach Bose a lesson.”

***
Luckily for Ime she had found her way around town and had been able to shop for household essentials. Now she was a proud of owner of a gas cylinder, a refrigerator, some cooking utensils and new sets of bed covers. She didn’t need a television for now, because she was still avoiding things that would trigger the pain she desperately tried to mask. Victor had broken her spirit and made her feel like a worthless person. As she stared at bright and warm colored bed covers, she hoped that her life could have such radiance again. She was prepared to meet with the therapist, but Ella was yet to show up.
A soft smile spread across her face as she remembered her conversation with Ifunanya, Ella’s troublesome sister. She and Ifunanya had never seen eye to eye. Ime wondered what was so urgent that caused Ifunanya to contact her after so many years. She couldn’t wait to meet with Ifunanya later in the week. Something else excited her about the day; Adrian had asked her to meet with him at the canteen. She was yet to tell Ella about it, but she could swear that her friend would be very excited for her. Ten minutes after, a knock sounded on her door. Ime sighed with relief and moved towards it; she didn’t need a soothsayer to tell her that her friend had come to take her to see the therapist. When she pulled back the door, she noticed an angry look in Ella’s face. At first, she had assumed it was stress. Bank jobs were extremely stressful, and what made things worse was that some bosses could be so ungrateful. A closer look at Ella’s face revealed that her anger wasn’t from work. Something else had happened.
“What is it?” Ime asked directly. She had been friends with Ella, long enough to know when something wasn’t right. Ella was still infuriated by her sister’s call. Ifunanya had the nerves to call her, without any show of true remorse.
“We’ll talk about it later. Can we go now?” Ella eyed the room. She noticed that Ime had gotten new things for her house that made her feel happy. This was a sign that she was gradually adjusting to her new life. Ella decided to keep the prince out of the conversation, she didn’t want Ime to feel any sadness or anxiety, as that could affect the session with Dr. Lola. Once they were finished, she would think of the best time to bring the topic up.
On the other hand, Ime struggled to keep her promise to Ifunanya whom she had invited over. She knew how Ella disliked her sister’s arrogance; it would be surprising to her, if she realized that she was meeting up with Ifunanya. Ime decided to keep her meeting a secret. Once Ifunanya revealed her intentions, she would then be free to share them with Ella. She was already dressed for the session, so she only reached out for her bag which was on the floor.
“Good to go.” Ime announced gleefully, fighting down every anxiety that welled up within her. As they stepped out of te house and ascended the stairs, Ime quickly recalled that she had not told her friend about Adrian’s date. This was the best time, as she hated keeping things from Ella.
“Guess what?” She began with a smile.
Ella’s features softened, her anger faded as she stared at Ime. It was only her best friend that could help her feel better. She wished she didn’t have to face Ifunanya again. But deep down, she had a feeling that her sister would do anything to locate her in Lagos.
“What?” Ella prepared her ears.
Ime explained that she and Adrian had bumped into each other, and they had a date later in the evening. Ella had already known this, but she pretended to hear it for the first time. Her heart raced as she thought of Prince Ife. He was yet to tell Ime about his royalty. Ime was still fragile, after her abusive marriage to Victor, finding out about the prince could hurt her deeply. Ella was not comfortable about their date, but Ime was eager for it, so she couldn’t say out her mind.
“That would be fine. I hope you have a nice time too.” Ella smiled.
“I hope he is fun.” Ime wondered what the handsome Adrian would be like in a casual setting.
They waved down a taxi and got in. Ella gave the driver directions to the office. After what seemed like forever to the two ladies, the taxi was able to meander its way through the congested city of Lagos, stopping in front of a white building with gleaming black gate. They walked past the gate gingerly, luckily for them the security were polite and willing to guide them to the office of Dr. Lola. When they reached the second floor of the high building, they were taken to the secretary’s office; it was the job of the secretary to confirm appointments. When she had confirmed Ime’s session from her computer, she put a call through to the doctor who made it clear that she was ready to meet with them. With the new direction they’d gotten, Ella and Ime moved to the second room at the right. Boldly written on the door was her name.
“Are you ready for this?” Ella whispered to Ime.
Ime could see all her panic attacks, anxiety and fear leaving her. She believed strongly that all her problems would be solved, and she would come out a different woman.
“Let’s do this,” she affirmed with a nod. Ella was satisfied by her response. She really wanted Ime to regain her confidence and pride, those things that Victor had stolen from her. Together, they walked into the doctor’s office, after knocking twice and receiving permission.
The princess was fatigued from multiple sessions throughout the day, but she was ready to see her latest client. She slipped on her glasses and stared at the ladies that had just walked in, she wondered who had booked an appointment and who would be her patient. Ella could read the doctor’s thoughts across her face.
“Good evening doctor, it was I that booked for the session. My friend needs your help. Please do all that you can for her.” Ella started a conversation.
Lola’s gaze softened as she stared at Ime. She was drawn to her aura, Lola was equally curious as to what could trouble such a pretty lady.
“You’re both welcome. What would you like to have?” Lola moved towards her fridge, trying to set a more relaxed atmosphere.
Ella wasn’t in the mood for refreshment, she just wanted all attention to be on her friend.
“I am fine. I’d like to wait outside.” She pointed at the door.
The princess accepted with a nod.
“What about you?” She turned to her patient.
Ime flashed a smile, “I am good, thank you.” She gestured with a shrug.
Lola equally shrugged, “I guess we are all set for the session then.” She watched as Ella tiptoed out of the office. It made her wonder the nature of relationship the two women had, as Ella seemed to be very interested in the affairs of the other woman. She was curious, but not enough to question. Her job was to help Ime navigate her mind for a balanced mental health, she would respect her restrictions.
“So let’s begin with this…” Lola found a fresh sheet on her paper and a pencil. She loved to take important notes on the observations drawn from her patients’ physical behavior and attitudes towards questions.
“I am Dr. Lola, what is your name?” She leaned back on her swivel chair and stared at Ime.
As one who was well versed in the subject of mental health, she perceived Ime to be an easygoing person; though appearance wasn’t the best judgment of character, she could sense it. Women like Ime whose smile could brighten other people’s days were easy targets for narcissistic personalities. Toxic people tended to draw from the spring of positive people like Ime, draining them of their natural happiness to feel better about themselves. She couldn’t wait to hear Ime’s story.
“Ime…Victor…sorry Ime.” She stuttered.
“Take a deep breath and relax. I am here for you. Please be honest with me. Being truthful about your feelings is the fastest way to heal.” The princess carefully explained. As instructed, Ime’s nostrils dilated to take in some air to calm her nerves. She took her mind off the session and focused on the woman’s office. The walls were painted with calming light blue which reminded her of the clouds, a symbol of hope. The doctor had many pictures and calendars on her wall, but nothing interested her. Ime felt her mind was a little faster than how she’d wanted it, when she noticed a slight resemblance between the doctor and Adrian.
“Who is Victor?” Lola sensed that she avoided the name.
Ime froze. The mention of his name sent sparks of anxiety through her. How could a man whose name had signified love suddenly change into a beastly one? She pushed the fear aside, and sought for help. Ella was right to bring her here. If she didn’t deal with her past, it would erode her of present happiness, and she didn’t want to live a life filled with mistakes and escapist techniques. She wanted to face her fears head-on. Ime yearned to live to the fullest, love anew and provide value to the earth.
“He was my ex husband.” She replied flatly.

CHAPTER SEVEN

As Ella strolled out of the office, she found it difficult to focus on the load of files that awaited her at the office. She wondered why Ime was so quick to trust this man, even without knowing that he was keeping a secret from her. She almost regretted encouraging her to date, even with in her fragile state of mind. The only thing that offered her a little relaxation was the session they had with the therapist later in the day. She just wanted to see Ime in a better place, Ella equally hoped that the prince was not a bad person.
She had just joined the others in the elevator when her phone buzzed within her bag. At first, she had wanted to ignore it due to privacy concerns. But she decided against it. What if it was serious? What if Ime had discovered that Adrian was the prince and she’d wanted to ask her about it? Quickly, her fingers fumbled with the gold plaited zip until she found her way through the thick leather bag to her phone. The eagerness faded away when she saw the caller identity. Her younger sister, Ifunanya was calling. Ella pressed her lips together, and rolled her eyes. These actions were physical expressions of her inner confusion. Should she take the call? Should she ignore her?
One of the beautiful things about her friendship with Ime was how natural and loving their bond was. Ime was more of a sister to her than Ifunanya could ever be. Her younger sister was the most self centered and self absorbed person that she had ever met. Ifunanya was lazy too, and she lacked ambition. She preferred pitching her tent with people who had plenty to offer her, but once they outlived their usefulness in her life, she would spill their dirty secrets and move on. Back when they were children, Ifunanya was the bully. Many kids were afraid of her tall frame, and her attitude towards people never changed. It only got worse. Currently, she was trying her best to make peace with her older sister, but Ella was skeptical about bringing Ifunanya back into her life after their last altercation.
Ella could guess what her jobless sibling was looking for. She always wondered why a graduate of theatre arts would refuse to market her skills and make some money from it. Ifunanya wasn’t passionate about her career, she only cared about her instagram and the many followers she had, who fawned over her latest clothing collection and make up. Ifunanya was probably broke, or recently dumped by one of her numerous rich boyfriends. Ella cringed as she clicked on the answer key. The following conversation ensued:
IFUNANYA: Hello sister mine…how have you been?
ELLA: What do you want Ifunanya? You really have the nerve to call me after withdrawing fifty thousand naira with my ATM card without permission.
IFUNANYA: I’ll pay you back, I promise. You don’t have to sound so angry with your sister.
ELLA: Okay, so why have you called?
IFUNANYA: I…I am in Lagos currently. I came to visit a friend. I am not comfortable at this hotel and I would love to spend a few weeks at your place.
ELLA: You must be joking, right?
IFUNANYA: No, I am not. Does it sound funny to you?
ELLA: Yes, very funny. You have quite a short and dull memory for someone with your class of beauty. Do you remember your last words before you left with my stolen money?
IFUNANYA: Come on sis…I am not perfect like you. I made some mistakes, but I promise that I have changed. I need your help. There’s this business I am working on and it is really profitable. I just need a place to stay for two weeks tops.
ELLA: I am sorry girl. You said my house and everything within it is beneath you. You should try one of your friends around here. Have a nice day sis.
IFUNANYA: No, you cannot turn me away. Wait!
Swiftly Ella turned off the phone and tossed it into her bag. Her heart danced wildly to the beat of the rage that started within her. Flames of indignation burned within. She scoffed. How could Ifunanya have such courage to call her? Unlike her sister, Ella worked hard for every penny. But Ifunanya preferred the easy way out. She was blessed with a complexion that could make her pass for a biracial woman. Her golden brown eyes held a seductive glare about them. Her hourglass figure would give Kim Kardashian a run for her money. All these rested on a pair of straight and long legs. Men were easily drawn to her kind of beauty, and she exploited them as much as she could.
Though she felt guilty for the way she cut the call on her sister, because Ifunanya really sounded stranded. Ella vowed not to fall for her manipulation this time. She was a big girl, and for that reason, she could handle herself.
“Ella…” Mr. Seyi drawled her name as they stepped out of the elevator.
“Sir…” She increased her steps towards him.
“Once we return to the bank, gather all the files and receipts of our business with Biller. I want to prove to the prince that we have been loyal to his brand. If he helps us get that land, it will only improve our working relationship.”
Ella agreed with all the man said. She couldn’t wait for the day to end. Perhaps she needed a session with the therapist too!
***
The sting of her sister’s words hurt her. Ella was softhearted person, so she had expected better treatment. As she tossed the phone on the bed, she shuddered at the thought of losing one more person which she had firmly at her grip. Ifunanya knew that she was manipulative, but she wasn’t sorry about the way she was. God made her that way, and she sued it as a tool to exploit emotionally weak people. She wasn’t stranded as she had implied, the truth was that she missed her sister and wanted to see her again. Ifunanya felt bad as she remembered their last fight; she had treated Ella poorly, so she didn’t really blame her for this behavior. The only person that could help her talk to Ella was Ime.
“That reminds me…” She bit her lip. She and Ime had never liked each other. Ifunanya believed that Ime had stolen her sister’s heart away from her, that explained why Ella could sacrifice everything for Ime instead of her. Her jealousy of Ime increased when she had landed one of the biggest entrepreneurs in town, her ex husband. So when she had heard about the divorce, happiness at Ime’s downfall came naturally. Ifunanya knew that she needed Ime’s help to get close to her sister; she was willing to swallow her pride and speak to her.
Just as she was about to fetch her phone, the man with which she had a liaison with stepped out of the bathroom in a bathrobe and marched towards her. She always met her clients at premium establishments like this one. The Ruby, was one of the biggest hotels in Lagos, and only a very rich client could afford to pay for lodging. She had just been introduced to her latest client from a friend who served as a love-vendor for their online call girl business. She didn’t know his name as she had just met him, but the scent of wealth was all over him, plus he had the looks too. It was her rule not to be too close to her clients, so as not to have emotional attachment to any of them, this was the reason they had not had a decent conversation after their first round of steaming sex.
“You were arguing with someone. Is everything alright?” The man asked.
He found her prettier than all the girls he had ever taken to bed. The prince had decided to go on an adventure after quarrelling with his wife. Women were the only distraction he needed to forget a problem.
“Um…yes,” Ifunanya forced a smile.
She leaned over to the table next to the bed and fetched her purse. She picked out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Whenever she was stressed, this was her therapy. Unashamedly, she lit the cigarette and pulled in some smoke. The man hovered over her like a hawk, his dark eyes glowed as he watched her keenly. He loved women with her ruthless spirit, she was just the kind of woman he needed right now in his life.
“I don’t believe you. Tell me.” He sat next to her.
She grew more uncomfortable with his persistence. Gently, she allowed the smoke to spiral from her nose while thinking of how to tell him to mind his business.
“It’s not important.” She grinned.
At this point, Olulade could tell that she was deliberately pushing him out and he could understand. He had been with many call girls to know their mode of operation; less communication and interaction made it more professional. But he was tired of meaningless flings; he wanted one that could stand the test of time, until he figured out how best to deal with Bose for disrespecting him. Now that he pondered on what he had done to her face, he was regretful. Already, his younger brother had the king’s favor. Hitting his wife would make him seem more irresponsible. He needed to tread more carefully. The only person he could share his burden with was Lola that was the only sibling that hated Ife as much as he did.
“I understand why you’re blocking me out, but I don’t feel comfortable. I paid for your service, but it doesn’t mean that you are less than a human being. You can talk to me. I want to be friends with you.”
Ifunanya chuckled, “Really? I don’t want to be friends with you. I don’t want to talk to you. We came here to have beautiful sex, to Bleep each other’s brains out. What’s this about having conversation?” She rolled her eyes, apparently getting irritated by his clingy attitude.
He sighed and rose towards his wallet which he had dropped at the dresser. He pulled out a picture of his family and returned to her.
“Here’s is my beautiful family. There are many things that go on in royal homes that the public may never understand. I do not know you or your name. But I am drawn to you. If you can make me a happy man, I would make you a wealthy woman. All I need is your loyalty.” He dropped the picture on her lap and moved towards the wardrobe to change his clothes. He would give her time to think about him, and drop his number, so she could call him with the right answer.
At first, she had wanted to ignore the picture. But when she stared at it, the surprised startled her fingers so much that the cigarette stick fell to the ground. The prince was dressed in his full glory, and he stood next to his father who sat on the throne. Beside him were his wife and daughter. They were surrounded by the other members of the palace. In the picture, she noticed a strikingly attractive man at the other side of the throne. She could swear that he was the most handsome man she had ever seen…and he seemed unmarried.
“Who is this?” She quenched the cigarette with her feet while rising.
Olulade noticed her finger was on his brother.
“My younger brother, Ife Adrian Ige.”
“So you are the heir to the throne?” She swallowed and watched him.
The expression on her face was innocent, and perfectly alluring to an egomaniac like him. He loved to the subject of worship, and Ifunanya was slowly bending to his will. She was desperate to know more about him, this is the place he wanted her to be.
“Yes I am.”
“Think about my proposal.” He mumbled while working on his buttons. When he was finished, he fetched a card from his wallet and dropped it on the table.
“Call me.” The prince gestured with his hands before strolling out, leaving her staring in shock and wonder. It felt like a dream. Never in her life had she come across a man of such grand standing. Her body rippled with anxiety and excitement. Ifunanya did not know how to react or what to think. Gently she returned to the bed and continued to stare at the picture; her eyes were focused on Ife the whole time. What if God was leading her to the second prince through the first? But being with Olulade seemed best since he was the heir of the throne, and by tradition could be allowed to marry more wives.
“I need to speak to Ella by all means.” She tossed the picture on the bed and fetched her phone. Since her sister would not speak to her, she would go through Ime. Hurriedly, she sent a message to Ime apologizing for her past behavior and hoping Ime could speak to Ella for her.
Ten seconds later, Ime responded that she would be glad to help, but not failing to mention that she had now moved to Lagos. This excited Ella more. She sent another text: Can we meet to talk about my sister?

***

Hi Good morning. Sorry for the long wait.

From the tone of Ife’s response, the other businessman knew that he wouldn’t go beyond that.
“I accept your offer.” Victor stretched forth his hand to finalize the deal.
“Same here.” Ife smiled and took the man’s hand.
When their hands fell apart, they celebrated the new business relationship with another round of wine.
“We will have another meeting. I’ll get my lawyers to draw up a contract for you. Please do well to come with your lawyers.” Ife advised.
“Very well then, I must be on my way. I have other matters to attend to.” Victor pulled back the chair and rose to his feet. He quickly struck out the meeting with the prince off his mental list, now he needed to find a way to contact Ime because there was no way he would let her go. The prince escorted the man to the door and waved him goodbye, feeling happy that his brand was about to have another expansion.
He returned to the table and emptied the contents of his wineglass into his mouth. He had one more meeting, and the day was over. He was about fetching his telephone to dial Hawa, when the door fell open and an angry looking Teni walked in.
“What happened to knocking? I could’ve been in a meeting.” He shrugged.
“I asked Hawa, she said you were alone.” Princess Teni fumed.
“Why are you angry?” Ife narrowed his dark eyes on his sister.
Teni sighed and pulled back a chair. When she had settled, she told her brother of her latest discovery. The princess had not left for work early because one of her children was ill. She had been conversing with a nanny when she heard shouts from Olulade’s quarters. She had moved towards their window and found them quarreling.
“Do you know he hit her? He hit her face with a glass bottle!” Teni offered vivid explanation about what she had experienced.
“What?” Ife scoffed. He knew his brother was a spoilt jerk ass. He knew Olulade treated women as objects, but never in his life could he believe that he would hit Bose.
“Did you tell mum?” Ife asked.
“No, I just didn’t want trouble.” Teni replied.
“Did you check on Bose?” He gritted his teeth, wishing he could teach his older brother a lesson.
“No!” Teni shook her head. She couldn’t have done that because it would make it obvious that she had been spying on them.
Ife leaned towards the cellar and fetched himself a bottle of strong spirit. He was disgusted with his brother’s attitude, only wine could restrain him while he thought of the best way to solve this problem.
“What do we do? I know Bose hurt you by marrying Olulade, but I don’t want her to suffer at his hands.” Princess Teni replied. They both knew how ruthless the crown prince was, when he was determined to do something evil, no one could stop him.
After gulping a glass, he felt stronger. His head felt clearer, and he could think better in this state.
“I don’t hate Bose for what she did. I don’t hold anything against her, but we have to stop him. No woman deserves to be at the mercy of a brutal man.”
“Do you know today is Mayowa’s birthday? I just hope Bose is not seriously injured.” Teni clicked her tongue, wishing she hadn’t witnessed that horrible episode. When Ife heard this, he winced. He had almost forgotten about the birthday. A wave of guilt spiraled around him as he recalled Bose’s request for him to spend time with her daughter. He had declined because he was busy, plus, he didn’t want to be too close to his brother’s wife. He hoped the little girl had no idea of her father’s beastly nature.
“I have to confront him.” Ife chewed his lower lip. What Teni had failed to explain to her brother was that the quarrel between Bose and Olulade had intensified when Bose had praised Ife before her husband. They both knew that Olulade disliked his only brother, because Ife was the only one that could stand up to him.
“I think we should stay out of it…” Teni felt like she had been running her mouth. She regretted sharing her discovery as she didn’t want any trouble in the palace. But Ife wasn’t having it. He believed that women should be loved and respected, and men should learn to keep their hands off women.
“I won’t.” He replied boldly.
“You’re going to cause more trouble. I say we leave them to sort out their problems; after all it was Bose that dumped you for him. Stay out of it. I just felt like talking to someone.” She felt better after sharing with her brother. Ife moved away from the table, towards the window. He leaned against it and pulled in a fresh wave of breeze that passed by. He was still contemplating on the next step to take when he caught sight of some black cars driving into the establishment. When the first man stepped down, he was quickly reminded of his meeting with Mr. Seyi Groves from the Olive Groves bank. Ife had met the bank owner for a few times to discuss business, only that Seyi didn’t state his purpose for calling another meeting today.
He sighed and rushed to the fridge to get some cold water. The alcohol he had taken was starting to dull his senses.
“I have to prepare for another meeting. I’ll be back home. We’ll talk more about this.”
Teni nodded, “Do you think I should tell Kari?” She didn’t like keeping secrets from her older sister. They were a team, she, Ife and Kari.
“You should. See you later.” He dismissed her, in preparation for his meeting. When his sister left, his visitors arrived just in time to meet the door open, thanks to the elevator. The first person to walk in had a familiar face; it took him seconds to study it. He quickly recognized the lady he had seen at the lodge, Ime’s friend. His heart skipped, he had not expected to see her.
As Ella’s heels clicked on the marble floor, she could tell that the prince was shocked to see her. Excitement coursed through her spine as she stared at the handsome man. This was the first time she was walking into the Biller establishment with her boss, Mr. Seyi Groves. It had not been the man’s intention to take her for the meeting, but the banker that was to come in her place had called in sick, so he had no choice but to pick one of the brightest females to replace her. Ella couldn’t wait to tell Ime all about this. She stole a glance at her golden wristwatch; in three hours time, she would pick Ime up for the therapy session with Doctor Lola.
“Good morning prince…sir,” she quickly corrected herself. Ife’s face paled when he heard the first address. She knew!
He swallowed and ignored, “Good morning, you are welcome to Biller.” He gestured towards an array of chairs which sufficed for business meetings where his partners numbered more than two. As the other guests walked in, they settled on the seats provided. The last person to enter was Mr. Seyi Groves.
“Good morning my noble prince,” Mr. Seyi couldn’t hide his title. This made Ife feel very comfortable, knowing that his secret would no longer be safe.
“You’re welcome Mr. Seyi. What can I offer you?” He asked politely.
The grey haired man smiled and loosened some buttons on his suit. He cross his leg and ran his eyes over the well lavished office. They had eaten before coming for the meeting, which was going to be very brief.
“Thank you for your hospitality, but I will not waste your time.” Mr. Seyi moved straight to the point. When Ife realized that this man wasn’t here to beat around the bush, he moved towards his seat and faced them.
“Give him the papers Ella,” Seyi snapped his fingers.
Ella leaned forward and presented a file. Ife quickly opened the pages, and began to run through the documents presented to him. After going through the business proposal, Ife didn’t know what to do. He tightened his grip around the file and stared at the faces in the room. The other party maintained the silence, hoping that the prince would consider their request.
“I think our proposal is a decent one. It would work for both parties, don’t you think?” Seyi Groves asked.
Ife raised the file in the air, still unable to speak. He dumped it on the table and rose to his feet. The business proposal from Seyi Groves would benefit Biller in many ways; he was proposing a partnership which would yield plenty benefits. The land around the palace which the True Bank of Nigeria had showed interest was the same land that Seyi Groves was asking to buy. If Ife found a way to convince the King to sell the land to them, the Olive Groves bank would ask Ife to design a special banking app under the Biller brand for Olive Groves. While Biller would get 70% from profits made, Olive Groves was willing to take 30%. Also, Biller would be given a ten year contract to make advertisements for the bank, and they would gain 50% from what the advertisements would yield. Ife could smell a good deal when he saw one, and this was a good deal.
“Why didn’t you tell me that you were interested in the land earlier? The True Bank of Nigeria has the support of the King, my father. I fear that it is too late to convince him not to sell.” Ife replied.
Seyi Groves knew quite alright that buying a land which was situated at vantage point would be difficult, but now that other banks were starting to show interest, he was willing to pay heavily for the land. He had been afraid of being turned down by the King, who had been an ex business man before mounting the throne.
“That doesn’t matter. You must find a way to convince your father to sell to us. You can forget about this, if they have offered you a business proposal. But we have worked together for years; I have had your back. All I need is your loyalty.” Seyi wished the prince would try to convince the king.
Ife was confused. His father was yet to reach an agreement with the True Bank of Nigeria. He was yet to discuss with the villagers whose lands had been chosen as favorable locations for the branches that were to be established. His father wasn’t a hard hearted man, but he would need to be convinced beyond all reasonable doubt that selling the land to Olive Groves was a better idea. The True Bank of Nigeria was the first bank to have been established, and it had federal government backing. Surely, the King wouldn’t want to upset the federal government.
“Let me think about this.” He picked the file once more.
“How long do we wait for your response?” Seyi asked.
“A week and a half, if I cannot convince the King about it, you have to find land somewhere else.” Ife replied.
The bank owner agreed, so did his partners. Now that it was clear that the meeting was over, they all rose to their feet and shook hands with the prince.
“I’ll call you.” Seyi waved a finger at the prince.
“I hope the king agrees to it.” Ife waved the file in his face. Both men shook it each other and the rest began to walk out, one after the other. Ella was about to leave, when Ife called her back. He couldn’t risk anyone knowing about his heritage at the lodge, not even Ime.
“Please don’t say a word about this to Ime or anyone at the lodge.” He begged.
A devious smile brightened her face, “Why are you ashamed of telling people who you really are?” She was reminded of the soup vendor’s story. No doubt, the prince was a humble and generous man, but she couldn’t get why he was desperate to hide his identity. Ife didn’t answer her.
“Are you trying to play Robin Hood?” She eyed him suspiciously.
“I am not trying to play anything. The lodge is the only place that I can be myself. I am not fascinated with royal life. I just want everyone outside the palace to see me as an ordinary person. That’s not too much to ask. Don’t reveal anything to Ime.”
Ella couldn’t promise that, “What if she already knows?”
“I know she doesn’t.” Ife hoped so.
“Do you like my friend?” Ella blurted out.
“I don’t hate her.” He found her too direct.
“You know what I mean, are you attracted to her?” Ella searched his eyes. She was asking for the interest of her friend. Ife’s dimples flashed when he smiled. He couldn’t remember the last time he was so attracted to a woman, the way he was to Ime. The funny thing was that he had just met her.
“Will that make you keep this secret?” He asked. Ella nodded.
“I like her. She is very pretty and smart. We are having a date tonight.” He smiled.
Ella wasn’t too comfortable that her friend hadn’t told her about the date.
“Oh?” She masked her astonishment.
“Well, I won’t tell her that you are Prince Ife Adrian Ige, the youngest African billionaire. But she would find out one day. What would you do then?” Ella felt upset that Ime had kept the date from her; she marched out of the office, before Ife could think of an answer.
Just after she left, the two princesses joined their brother at the office.
“That girl looks hot! Is that your girlfriend?” Princess Teni had noticed Ella.
“She completes you.” Princess Kari joined.
Ife ruffled his hair with his fingers.
“No she isn’t the one.” He quickly corrected.
“Oh there is a one?” They teased.
Ife ignored their annoying giggles. He knew that Teni had told Kari about the fight at the palace, they had come to talk about it.

CHAPTER SIX
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Planning Mayowa’s birthday had been tough on her. But with the help of her personal assistant, it wasn’t as stressful as she had imagined it at first. Although her intention had been to throw her daughter a small birthday, the interest of the king and queen, now turned it into a grand affair. She had just finished with the chief staff of the Lagos Broadcasting Network, LBN, she needed them to send someone over to cover the show. Her personal assistant was handling the refreshments and the decorations, while she handled the celebrant’s dress. In all these, her husband’s contribution was zero. Bose was always full of regret whenever she remembered how she had dumped a good man for Olulade; he was no match for Ife. Now she was living in a toxic marriage, one that had gone very cold. As she scribbled some notes on the jotter before her, notes that were instructions to the other servants in the palace, she couldn’t help but wonder how long she would continue this way. The thought of spending more years with Olulade terrified her. She tossed the pen on the metallic desk in their bedroom, and stepped aside.
Her eyes glowed with fresh pools of tears, tears that she cried secretly after realizing that she had made a mistake. She sniffed and wiped her face. Coincidentally, the door to the room flew wide open and Olulade walked in with an angry look on his face. He was searching for something. The crown prince stumbled on his wife crying, but instead of approaching her, or offering his comforting hands, he moved towards the drawer where he kept his check books.
“Olulade…” Bose quickly wiped her face and rose. She had enough of his nonchalant attitude towards their daughter and marriage. He had to make a decision about her.
He pretended not to hear her.
“Why are you so useless to us?” Bose scoffed.
Bose had a nagging attitude, and he wasn’t about to fight with her this morning. The prince had grown tired of having the same woman in his bed. Currently, he was in a liaison with three other women, also princesses. And he didn’t feel or show any remorse towards his behavior.
“Watch the way you talk to me bitch.” He replied.
“What?” Bose closed the distance between them.
“You are the bitch. You are a weak and useless man. You are the worst husband in the world, and an absent father. Today is Mayowa’s birthday, yet you pretend like you don’t know. What is your problem with me? If you are tired of this marriage, you should open up!” She couldn’t control her irritation anymore.
Olulade bit his lip and eyed her bitterly.
“You have the right to talk to me because I thought there was something special about you, and that’s why I married you. I married you to spite Ife, not knowing that you are damaged goods. I have nothing to say to you. And you don’t have a right to judge me about Mayowa. I know that today is her birthday, and I am trying to get her a gift. I would’ve involved myself, but you think too highly of yourself, so I let you do it all alone. If you are tired of this marriage, you better walk away.”
His words cut right through her like a sword. He had only taken her just to spite Ife. Bose was unsettled. Her pride had been shredded to invisible pieces. She felt lost, and ashamed. She had believed every word that Olulade had professed to her.
“Well, I don’t blame you either. You may be the crown prince, but you will never be half the man that Ife is. You are a useless first son. You live on your father’s wealth. You have no idea on how to create, you only exploit other people.” Since he had shamed her, it was her turn to put the prince back in his place. Albeit she had spoken the words as revenge, she had no idea how inferior Olulade felt to his brother. He disliked anyone that preferred Ife to him, and that was the reason he wasn’t close to Kari and Teni. Only Princess Lola understood him perfectly, and they both disliked Ife.
“What did you say?” Blood pumped in his veins rapidly as he stared at the woman.
“You will never be half the man that Ife is.” Bose stood her ground.
Olulade couldn’t control the rage she inspired with her thoughtless words. His eyes found an empty perfume bottle which was fully made of glass. He grabbed the object and launched it directly at her face. The glass narrowly escaped her eyes, but it broke on her cheeks, before shattering on the ground. Pieces of the glass stuck in her face, blood trickled down, but he didn’t show her mercy. He ignored her cries of pain, and grabbed her neck. His long fingers curled round the veins and arteries that supported her, and stared deeply into her eyes.
“If you ever speak to me that way, I will kill you in your sleep.” He pushed her to the ground, and walked away guiltlessly. Bose was too hurt to wail or to call for help. Her body was limp by the attack launched on her. She only cried, and drew in the scent of her own blood as it dripped endlessly on the ground. This wasn’t the first time that Olulade was hitting her; she had a feeling that it wouldn’t be the last. But there was nothing that she could do, if she left him, her family would be disappointed in her. They had supported her marriage to the prince, with the hope of being direct relatives to the future king. Her eyes were open to his beastly nature, but she couldn’t leave.
“I am trapped.” She whispered, then broke into sobs.
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There were several Biller establishments across the country and the continent. In Nigeria, the headquarters was situated at Lagos; in other African countries, it was established at the capital cities. One of the finest establishments of Biller was located in Johannesburg. It was a sight to behold. The signature design of the buildings was the transparent glass that constituted the body of the buildings. The Biller Logo had a vulture scavenging for food in a lush cornfield. One of the controversies surrounding the logo was the depiction of vultures in a green land.
As the taxi came to a halt, Ife paused and stared at the gigantic glass house that he had personally designed. A small smile danced at the corner of his mouth as he stared at the logo, which was placed at the middle of the roof. Ife didn’t see the vulture as an evil bird, like most people perceived it. Some devious bloggers had tried to tarnish his image, by claiming that the prince was part of an occult group, hence his use of vultures which were seen as strange birds. Ife didn’t share in that belief; yes, the vultures were mysterious but not evil. The vulture represented Africa- bird that once had so many feathers and plenty to eat, but now on a mission of global begging. Just as vulture was a scavenger, so was Africa. He intended to rewrite the story by employing as many people as he could, creating more streams of service, breaking into international soil and reducing the incidence of poverty. That was how he understood the logo, and he didn’t care about those that intentionally misconstrued it.
Once he walked past the first gate, which was open to customer who had complaints about their apps, he was met with greetings from the dozens of security men which kept watch over the glass castle, day and night. He acknowledged their greetings with nods, and sometimes word of mouth until he passed the second gate and moved towards the entrance door. The door was automated to open by itself, but if it detected any dangerous weapon, it could keep you outside for some minutes. Though it was computerized, there were two security men to guide those that encountered difficulties using the door. Ife greeted the men and walked past it. Just like other headquarters’ buildings, this one had three floors, and he stayed at the top; he loved to watch the view of the streets from a specific angle and vantage point. With the use of an elevator, he was able to reach his office just in time, before his visitors drove into the building, one after the other.
Ife found Hawa at her station; a smaller office directly opposite his. He had created the offices in such a way that contacting the next person was made easy as they were made of glass, except for his. He usually rang Hawa if he needed something immediately.
“Good morning sir.” She left her seat and walked up to him with his coffee in her hand.
“Good morning, thank you.” He accepted the mug of warm caffeine.
“Have you seen any of my sisters yet?” The prince sipped briefly. Kari and Teni played important roles in the growth of his business, and he trusted them wholeheartedly.
“I have only set eyes on Princess Kari.” Hawa replied.
“I’ll meet with them after my meetings.” He instructed.
The Prince was about entering his office, when the first visitor arrived. The lanky chocolate skinned man seemed had been very enthusiastic to meet with the youngest billionaire in Africa. Mr. Victor, the chief executive officer and creator of the Uyai Yoghurts brand had showed up; this was the first time he would be meeting with Ife.
“Your majesty…” Victor bowed slightly.
“Good morning sir,” Ife tried to be professional. He felt uncomfortable about the way Victor had addressed him. He preferred to keep his royalty aside when he was dealing with business. Although Victor had sensed the discomfort, he ignored the prince and continued.
“It is a pleasure to meet with you.” He grinned.
“Same here, can we move to my office please?” Ife gestured with his hands, while the man followed behind. Victor had always dreamt of his level of success, but he had not yet found the exposure to expose his brand. He intended to his yoghurt to become a household name. He planned to work very closely with the prince. Once he made it big, he was certain that his ex wife would come back to him. It was his conviction that he and Ime were meant to be together forever, and there was no escaping him.
He had come to Lagos for two reasons; he intended to meet up with the prince, and he also hoped to find Ime. Though he had no idea where she lived, he had some boys that could help him out.
“What would you like to have?” Ife had a cellar of assorted wines. He loved to make his guests very comfortable before the business discussion began in fullness. The office was tailored to suit his position as boss. He had a double AC, golden blinds which were imported from Dubai, glowing furniture made from the finest acacia, and a gold plated television set.
Victor wished they could go straight to the point, but he didn’t want to offend the prince by turning him down.
“I’ll have a glass of non alcoholic wine, please.”
“Great.” Ife moved to his refrigerator where he preserved the wine glasses. He fetched two, and a bottle of Wilavega wine. He poured the grape juice generously into the glasses, and served one to his visitor.
“Thank you my prince,” Victor smiled. He was very relaxed around Ife; he was beginning to like him already.
“I first heard about you while watching your interview with Mo Abdu. That was a long time ago, but the way you articulated your points concerning the importance of entrepreneurship gained my admiration. The next I heard of you was when some of my buyers began to talk about a certain application that could help them shop for anything online; it was the Nigerian version of Amazon.
“Yes, having a universal marketplace had always been my dream.” Ife was impressed that the man knew so much about his humble beginning. It showed that Victor was an ardent follower.
“Call me Ife please,” Ife didn’t want their conversation to be too formal.
“I will call you that. Call me Victor.”
“Okay.”
The men continued to savor the sweet wine, while chattering about their individual experiences in the business world. Victor was particular about his brand, and he hoped to take things to the next level.
“How do you want to achieve that? How do I come in?” Ife emptied his glass and leaned back on the swivel chair, which faced Victor directly.
“First, you will need to taste my yoghurt.” Victor produced a tiny bottle from his pocket and placed it on the table. Ife wasn’t a fan of yoghurts, but he had to taste it. He leaned forward and broke the seal that protected the bottle. It was the scent of vanilla that hit him first. As the thick and milkfish frothy yoghurt touched the tip of his tongue, he knew why Victor was eager to nationalize his brand. It was worth it. Ife couldn’t stop at the first sip; he continued drinking until the bottle was empty.
Victor saw his chance to advertise, “Uyai Yoghurt is made from purely natural ingredients. Unlike other products, this yoghurt is a mixture of tiger nuts, almond milk, oat milk and yoghurt. For now, we have just the vanilla flavor, but we are hoping to create more flavors. I just want my product to be well known, and you can help me do that if we come up with a contract.”
Ife could still feel the unusual sweetness and sourness on his tongue. The thickness of the yoghurt filled his belly with pure satisfaction. He secretly wished that he could have another bottle.
“So you want Biller to accept your brand at our market place, and help promote it?”
“Exactly!”
Ife liked the idea, “We will pay for the promotion of the product, but for every order, we keep 40%. Remember that Biller is going to pay heavily to promote your product; we have to recover profit by 10%. But if you are not cool with that agreement, you can take our advertisement options, and promote your business.”
Victor had made up his mind before the meeting. He had already explored the advertisement options that Biller provided. One thing had been made clear. Business owners that advertised themselves had lower sales compared to the business owners that incorporated their business directly with Biller.
“20%” He attempted to negotiate.
“When I advertise your product, you will sell twice as much as you have been selling. I stand on 40%.”
“I need to pay my workers and produce more, I go with 25%.”
“I know, and that’s why I’ll take 40%.”
“30%,” Victor pressed on.
“35%,” The prince replied.

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