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Thanks guys. I found someone already.

SuperSuave:
500#
What an abuse of intellect

Proofread, not edit. Just to check for wrongly spelt or missing words, which won't take more than an hour.

Good day people. I am looking for someone to proofread my short novelette story of 7,800 words (18 pages on microsoft word) for 500 Naira recharge card. You are not to edit or rewrite, just proofread/correct grammatical errors. The story can be read from start to finish within 40 minutes, so it shouldn't take you more than two hours to do this job.


Please, if you are interested, notify me here. I need the job for an urgent submission by 6pm today. I have another job for tomorrow too. Please note, I need someone good in written English language. Thank you.


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MrOreo:
Did I just see "The End"?
Oi!!! kayo80 , come and finish what u started oh ,something is just starting and u are saying The End, stop it oh!

lol!

Maltaleeza:
Awww. I really enjoy this story. Kudos to you kayo80

Thank you.

OYAY:
Unusual christmas indeed! Nice of you.

Thank you.

Missmossy:
Aww such a beautiful end. Nice one kayo80

Thank you.

Lala, make my day by taking this to front page. Thanks in advance.

santos123:
ride on..... more inks to ur biro , nice story

Thank you.

Chapter 14

Tunde was caught hiding in a dog cage in of the houses on the street he had run into. His two goons had escaped and the police was still trying to locate them with information they got from Tunde. After writing her statement, she was allowed to go. Waiting outside the police station, she watched police vans come and go, people coming in arguing about their domestic disputes, police men flirting with female hawkers that came to sell in the police station premises; she was sure a writer would get a lot of inspiration for dozens of stories spending time at the police station. Ngozi still hadn’t let Mr. Ade know what was going on, and she hadn’t picked her boss’s calls all day.

After about half an hour of restless waiting, Wole finally walked out of the building, smiling. She walked up to him and met him half way. Standing inches apart, Wole said, “This sure has been one hell of a Christmas for you.”
“Yup! Quite unusual I must say.” She said and dusted off dirt from the shoulder area of the shirt he had on.
“So…what’s next for you?” He asked.
“Well, for starters, I’m just I am still alive.” She said and they both laughed.
“Thanks for everything.” Wole said when the laughing stopped. There was silence for a while as they searched each other’s eyes. Wole smiled and shook his head. “Hi…My name is Wole, you look really familiar.” He said.
“Well, I don’t think you know me, but I sure would like to get to know you.” She said and smiled up at him.
“That’s cool. I would love to take you out on a date, but I don’t have any money.” Wole said and they both laughed again. Just then, Ngozi’s phone rang. She pulled it out of her jeans pocket, had a face like she didn’t know whether to answer or not, and then she picked up. “Hello.” She said into the receiver.
“Finally. You better have that story down.”
“Sorry sir. I don’t have it. But I have something bigger than that story.”

The End

Chapter 13

He glanced at her every once in a while but didn’t say anything. In his eyes, she could see he was trying to make up his mind on his next move. When she brought out her phone and he grabbed it from her, she knew she was in a lot of shit.

“Why did you have to get in the way?” He said and looked at her menacingly for a few seconds as he changed gears. “Why couldn’t you have just gone back to Lagos?” He added. Her heart was beating so fast it lifted up her blouse every time it beat, “Just like the other girl, you just had to be in the way.” He said and pounded his fist on the dashboard twice. He took deep breaths and then honked his horn twice. The car in front slowed down, and he yelled out “follow me” as he overtook them.

They were on a dual carriageway, and she saw a van approaching them from the other side of the road. She thought to herself, ‘it is now or never.’ In one swift move, she stuck out her head from the car door window and shouted out, “Help!” Before Tunde quickly pulled her back into the car, and gave her a back-hand slap. Her tender lips busted and she could feel blood roll down her mouth. She looked in the side mirror and saw the police patrol van pick up speed and then climb the median to make a u turn. Tunde hit the dashboard continuously as he picked up speed.

There was traffic up ahead, and the police van was almost behind them now. When he saw there was no escaping it, he hurriedly parked on the side of the road and made a run for it on foot. The guys in the car behind them did the same. Ngozi stayed in the car in shock and watched them run off into an adjourning street. The police van stopped by the car she was in long enough for one of them to jump out and then it sped off in pursuit of Tunde and his gang.

Chapter 12

She stared at her laptop in amazement; on the screen was a picture of a girl that looked just like her, flanked on the left and right by Tunde and Wole respectively.

“She was a youth corper that stayed in one of the single room apartments I managed for my Dad.”
“Oh! Okay. And…What was her name?”
“Actually, she was from Niger state and had a really long name, so Tunde and I just started calling her by her BBM username.” He said and stopped to crack his knuckles before saying, “Pretty woman.”
“Hmm! Now I get it.” She said, still studying the picture. “Were you guys…Did you…”
He smiled before answering with, “Let’s just say it was a complicated love triangle.” Then his face got serious. “The last thing I remember was going on a trip with her to Abuja. We got on a bus…that’s all I remember.”
“Hmm! That’s strange. So my doppelganger is out there somewhere?”
“Maybe; or maybe not.” He said and Ngozi looked up at him, trying to deduce what he meant by his last statement.

………………….

They went out to get new clothes at a mall in the center of the city that morning and came back to the hotel to change before heading out to Wole’s aunt’s house. Ngozi thought it would be best to keep the hotel room for another day as they didn’t know what to expect where they were headed. As awkward as it seemed, the thought of the whole saga ending in a couple of hours made her sad. She hadn’t had this kind of excitement in years. Even though she had spent the most part of her savings on this, she felt it was well worth it.

It was a quarter past 3 in the afternoon when the cab dropped them off at a house with low fences and a palm tree in front. She got out of the car before him and took time out to tuck in her pink blouse properly into the jeans she was wearing. She usually felt self conscious while wearing clothe for the first time.

They were at a cul-de-sac with just about 6 houses total, and everywhere was quiet like most of the occupants of the dead end street were holidaying in some other part of the country. Two expensive looking black sedan cars were parked a few meters away from where they stood. He looked up and down the street before grabbing her hand and walking towards the gate of the bungalow. She didn’t know where that came from but she flowed along with him. They hadn’t taken more than a few steps when the doors of one of the black cars flung open and two hefty looking men jumped out. Wole instinctively put Ngozi behind him, and moved backwards towards the direction of the streets only exit. The door of the second car opened, and a third guy came out and walked over to where the other two men were standing in the middle of the road. She peeped from behind Wole, and recognized Tunde as the third man.
“Reporter lady, please step away from him.” Tunde said
“Why? What’s happening?” Ngozi enquired.
“Wole can be very violent at times like this, so please step away from him.”
Ngozi stepped in front of Wole and said, “No, He is alight now. No need for force.”
Tunde laughed lightly before saying, “You just met him yesterday. What do you really know about him?”
Wole took a deep breath and walked out from behind Ngozi, “What are you doing here?” He said to his half brother.
“Sorry, you aunt doesn’t live here anymore. But I knew you would come here.”
“I asked what you were doing here!” Wole backed out.
“I am just trying to save our family from more embarrassment.” He said and looked at the two guys before saying, “Get him.”
The two muscular guys approached them and Wole put his fists up while guarding Ngozi from harm. “No!” She screamed and ran in front of him again. One of the guys grabbed her petite figure off the ground in one swift move. It was now Wole and the other mean looking goon, face to face. Wole threw the first punch which connected with the man’s mouth and burst his lower lip. The man stopped to observe the damage and smiled.
The other guy handed Ngozi over to Tunde as she kicked and scratched. “Leave her alone.” Wole shouted out. Just then, the man with the injured mouth tackled him to the ground and gave him a few dazing slaps that left him disoriented. He then turned Wole around so his face was to the ground, brought out ropes from his pocket, and he and the other guy proceeded to tie him up.

Still being held back by Tunde, tears rolled down her eyes as she repeated over and over, “Don’t hurt him! Don’t hurt him!” The white button down shirt she had just bought for him in the store was dirty now, and she noticed a few bruises on his face when they stood him up.
A couple of people came out of the other houses on the street and approached them. But Tunde said some things in Yoruba to them, and they shook their heads and walked off. “This is best for everyone.” He whispered into her right ear. She was no-longer struggling, and he had let her go, but she just stood there in dismay as tears continued to roll down her eyes.
“Where are you taking him?” She backed out when she saw them leading him into the car they had come out of earlier.
“We are taking him to the hospital. I will drop you off where you can get a bus to Lagos.” Tunde said and led her towards the second car.
“Ngozi, they are going to kill me. Call my Dad.” Wole shouted out as he was being forced into the car by Tunde’s goons.
“You see what I told you.” Tunde said and smiled at Ngozi, “He sure needs his meds. How can I kill my own blood?” He added and opened the door of the car for her. She hesitated for a second, and then decided to get in as that was the best option she could think of at the moment. He shut the door and hurried to get to the driver’s side of the car as the other car zoomed off.