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10

“I think she's still upset about the whole stuffs”
Tasmine stood back from the door she had been leaning onto, eavesdropping on the conversation Cherry and Curtis were engrossed in. They were having some sort of deliberations and kept their voices low. Tasmine couldn't quite make out the other details. She didn't have the time to wait either. She had an appointment to keep, and she didn't want to give the impression that she had no respect for punctuality.
At the time she set out, the birds were silently chirping away, the sky clear and promising. She got into the car, having gotten the permission to use it, her cologne leaving trails of fragrance behind her as she flung her bag into the passenger seat and got in.
Tasmine hoped the meeting with Mr. Harold would yield meaningful results. She hated to waste her precious time. She had limited knowledge of Mr. Harold. She didn’t know much about him because he had never come across her as the outspoken type. Deeply introverted, he seemed to choose his words carefully before he spoke them.
Tasmine flipped the card in her hand. “11 Momodu avenue, off Yaba road.”
She wondered why she had to meet in his house during working hours. She had expected he'd be in his office this time of the day. She knew he was definitely working in an office and had probably heard once or twice a reference to the department he oversaw.
Was it sales or personnel?
She’d find out when she got there.
The thought of getting a gun had come to her mind but given that this was Nigeria, the risk involved would put her in danger. Besides, she didn’t want any attention.
Thankfully, the traffic this morning wasn't hectic as commuters had already gotten to their workplace. Even the traffic wardens were now chatting idly among themselves.
When she arrived at the house, she was surprised it was set in grand style. For someone with his carriage, she had expected he'd have a modest taste, probably a bungalow with three rooms and a car he shared with his wife. Standing before her was a complete deviation; a state-of-the-art duplex and a garage that could rival several prominent people's she knew. The latest range rover was idling with reckless abandon, flanked by a Toyota Avensis, the latest model.
Like, what the heavens? It hadn't even been in the market up to three months.
Still shell-shocked, she waited as the gatekeeper phoned upstairs, seeking to know if Mr. Harold had fixed an appointment with any young lady named Tasmine. The man hung the phone and gave her a nod to go ahead.
She sashayed her way towards the door that led to the stairs, trying hard not to look too astonished. When she arrived at the top, holding onto the handle that would lead her in, which by the way was coated in rich bronze, she wasn't sure what to expect.
The inside still did manage to beat her expectation. The air was richly scented, redolent with what smelled like spice and a flavor she couldn't quite wrap her mind around but was sure she'd perceived before.
This was grandeur.
The walls were plastered with marbles the like she'd never seen even in the US. Her feet sunk pleasantly in what she recognized as Oriental Persian rug which made her feel like she was gliding through well mowed carpet grass.
Paintings hung on both sides of the wall, depicting ancient times, and would most definitely cost a fortune. One, though, caught her attention.
It was that of a woman with lustrous blue eyes that was somewhat feline. There was sadness in the eyes and they seem to gaze beyond Tasmine to a place beyond her mind's grasp. She found herself reaching for it and when her fingers found the surface, she allowed them run freely around the eyes.
“That painting never ceases to do the charm.”
Tasmine froze at once and withdrew her hands. She had better manners but had just been stunned by the beauty she saw.
“I'm sorry I might have trespassed.”
Mr. Harold waved it off as he made his way down the stairs. He still had his nightly pajamas on and the blue were a good complement to the rich red of the rug. He gestured for her to take her seat on the sofa and took the one opposite her. Tasmine liked that there weren't too close else he would have noticed her unease.
“Would you mind a glass of wine? I know it's a bit early”
“Not at all.”
“Alright then.” He strolled to the mini-bar hid from view by an archway that separated the living room from the dining area. He came back wielding two glasses that held the dark liquid half filling them. He passed one to her.
“Your dad always loved that painting too. He literally begged to have it but I couldn't just let it out of my sight. It is the most cherished possession I own as it holds memories of my late wife.”
She noticed he cringed as he said the words 'late wife'. Tasmine felt genuinely sorry for him.
“I'm sorry to hear about your loss. I know how you must be feeling.”
“Yeah. I know. She was my everything. We had dreams, aspirations that would make a lot of difference. She just...”
He trailed off to cover his eyes from her.
Tasmine reached out to hold his hand but he whisked it away before she could touch him. He took a deep breath and sat up straight.
“I didn't call you here so we could reflect on our losses. No, there's more to your coming than that.”
He stood up and made for a shelf she hadn't seen. It was engraved into the wall behind the front door. It was near impossible to notice it on one's own.
He brought out a folder. It was dull brown in color and as he approached her, she could see that it had rough edges and most of the pages disentangled. He placed it on the table and sat down again.
“He wanted you to have this, your father. He wouldn't want any other to have it. He said it was his little gift to you. He said there was something he had been meaning to tell you but wasn't able to.”
Tasmine pulled the book towards her and opened the first page.

What's mine is yours and what's yours is mine
Just tell me it's okay and I will be fine

She couldn't help it as a tear came rolling down her cheek. She didn't think Mr. Harold would care and so she absentmindedly turned on to the next page.
It was here that things got blurry. Instead of words and letters were uneven arrangements of dots, hyphens, and slashes. She looked up and saw the anxiety in Mr. Harold's face. His brows creased. He was as eager to find out what was written, the hidden messages, as much as Tasmine. She kept turning the pages and each and everyone were filled with similar markings.
“Can you make sense of anything there?”
“I can't right now but I'll definitely try,” Tasmine said.

9

“It's not what you think Tasmine!”
Cherry had been like this all day and Tasmine was threatening to explode. She'd prefer the truth but Cherry was still trying to corner her way out of the situation. How did she even come to have this kind of girl as a friend?
Tasmine had left the party before Cherry could finish her speech. The vibe was that she was too flattered for speech. If only they knew the truth, the truth that was hurting her so much right now. She had headed for her room and had shut the door behind her and cried her eyes sore.
Crying felt like the only relief she had in these kinds of situations. She felt that with the tears flowing out, so would her life's worries slowly ebb out.
Tasmine didn't know when she slept off. She was woken up two hours later by a banging on the door. She had quickly dried her eyes and unlocked the door. Cherry had tried to scold her for not seeing her visitors off, and not giving a vote of thanks. Tasmine had lashed out on her, not able to neither bear the pain any longer nor keep it bottled inside.
Cherry had come up with the excuse that she'd very observant. Tasmine knew she was lying, and had read her diary. That was the only way she’d have gotten Curtis’ number.
“How can you lie so confidently, and to my face? Gosh. I barely recognize the lady standing before me!” Tasmine seethed.
Cherry sat down slowly on Tasmine's bed. She had her face covered in her hands.
“I'm sorry I did it. The first month we spent together, I was scared you were putting up a personality that wasn't yours. That's why I encroached into your privacy. I wanted to find out more about you than you displayed on the surface. I'm sorry Tasmine, I really am.”
It felt like the truth this time. Tasmine hesitated, and then stooped down, though against her raging heart. She put a hand around Cherry's shoulder.
“It's alright. I believe and forgive you…”
She’d said that and nothing more. Tasmine couldn't bring herself to say she'd take it off her mind. No, she was going to be careful with Cherry until she was certain she could be trusted. For all she thought, she could have had a hand in the whole thing.
Everyone was a suspect, for now.
At dinner that evening, Curtis announced his engagement with Cherry and there was excitement to go round. Tasmine had a hard time getting along with the positive vibe because it looked to her like she'd been kept on the sideline for God knows how long. Even Joel had known about them but hadn't said a word.
It felt like betrayal.
Tasmine ought to be the one to introduce Cherry to her family but now; she was already a part of it, at least from the look of things. Yet, she hadn't asked for consent. Tasmine wondered if they'd get along well after this.
Mrs. Taribo, her mother gave her consent and they had a toast to their married life in advance. Cherry announced that her family in Nigeria approved of her relationship with Curtis. All that was left were the proceedings according to the African tradition. Cherry was all smiles as she kept hugging Curtis, who himself was grinning from ear to ear.
Tasmine excused herself to go outside. She caught Joel's eyes looking her way just as she got to her feet. She wasn’t surprised when he came to meet her outside few minutes later.
“What's going on Tasmine? Something bothering you again?”
Tasmine let out some air from her lungs and allowed her hands to feel the tiny markings on the railings. The air was cool and a soft gentle breeze was nibbling on her skin. She let it find its way as she was feeling hot inside. There was so much going on inside and she felt like she was going to explode soon.
“I'm not just happy to have been kept in the dark. Cherry was my closest friend you know and she never mentioned that she was seeing my brother. Like what the heck? I introduced him to her.”
“I understand. Everything happened fast and we found ourselves here. She must have had her reasons for not telling you. Maybe she was afraid you wouldn't approve of her decision”
Tasmine was quiet after hearing Joel speak. It was true she may not have given her consent. She had always been protective of her family and wasn't sure she would have accepted someone whose background she wasn’t sure about.
She took a sip from the glass of wine that Joel had brought for her. Joel changed the topic and asked what she planned on doing the next day but she wasn't sure. She complained that she was feeling light headed and needed sleep. Joel excused her but not before handing her a card.
“Mr. Harold said to give it to you. He said he's got something to discuss with you tomorrow. He said it was important.”
Tasmine examined the card very well. Mr. Harold had been friends with her father and they belonged to the same golf club. She pocketed the card in her shorts as she went into the living room, passed the dinning, and straight into her room.

3


“How can I forgive that? Put yourself in my shoes, Mabel. Would you forgive you?”
Mabel didn't respond. Maybe it was clearer now. She had terribly hurt him. She'd endangered his life and was undeserving of his forgiveness. What she needed was to step back for a while so she would see the gravity of her fault.
Mabel had kept secrets from him, secrets that would have led to his death. It was unpardonable, at least not now. Having spent tonnes of hours reflecting on the events of that evening, he couldn’t fabricate a rational reason why he should forgive her just yet.
There was one. One which Vince didn't think rational enough.
He couldn't erase the fact that she had saved his sorry ass, as she liked to remind him.
What were the odds he would have helped himself if he had known about Mr. Lance's plans?
Wouldn’t he have panicked and given himself away?
The way Mabel had kept them information, with no one suspecting, not even the evil Mr. Lance, it was genius. Even the principal –who Vince liked to think had an extra eye hung somewhere- hadn’t seen her as a viable threat.
So, maybe she had a point.
Then, there was Mr. Lance’s disappearance, another puzzle he couldn't solve, no matter how many times he tried.
Where did he vanish to?
The Outworld?
Since he miraculously disappeared through the fireplace, there'd been no sighting of him. There was equally no way to track him. Even his wife, Mrs. Mantel, was shocked. Apparently, he had Mrs. Mantel on a spell the whole time. Else, how could she have lived with a man and never wondered why he didn't have any friends? Was there such a man except that he had a bad past?
He had used her, got her to trust him, somehow, either by taking advantage of her emotional weakness or through his excellent use of magic.
“Vince, you are taking this thing too far. Can't you see that?”
“Oh, really?” Vince asked, standing up to look her in the eyes. Mabel had tried several times to talk him out of his hell-bent effort to unravel the mystery. She kept failing.
Like gosh, she didn’t even have that right yet.
Now, she sat on his bed and held his gaze for some seconds. Then, she stood and gestured towards him, attempting to touch his hand. Vince flung her hand away, turning aside. He wasn't going to be baited like that.
She could leave that for the cheap boys who had no self-control.
Mabel spoke, her voice a pitch higher. “Look, I know I did wrong. That's why I've been saying I'm sorry. What more do you want me to say?”
She had a point there. The good thing was that she realized she was wrong. And, at some point, he was going to have to forgive her.
What more did he need her to say?
Well, for starters, he required more explanation on what happened that day from her. Then, he also needed her assistance, to join minds with him, to figure out what they had to do next. Vince needed all the help he could get.
That department was severely depleted – thinking department. Mrs. Mantel wasn't precisely in the right frame of mind. She was still shocked after what happened.
Thelma was not an option either.
“How'd you know what he had planned to do?”
Mabel trudged towards the window. Vince knew what she was going to say wasn't going to be the sweetest thing in the world.
“Well,” she began looking out of the house, “I happened upon a conversation he had with someone. I couldn't see this person's face. However, I heard what they said.”
“How's that possible?”
“Thing is: I was out in the woods. I saw them come, and from the way they approached, I could tell whatever they were discussing needed some sort of privacy. Being naturally curious, I hid and eavesdropped.”
Vince had never heard someone talk so confidently about doing something as despicable as listening to other people's conversations. Only someone like Mabel could pull something like that and come out looking cute.
“To imagine that we had that man living with us all this while.”
“Yeah. I can imagine how that feels now,” she said, wrapping a hand around her body.
Vince looked at her and felt pity. Sometimes, Mabel was just a good girl, even though those times were on the wrong end of the queue.
“Mabel, you should have told me something, given me heads up.”
Mabel turned to look at him. The way her eyes glittered, it looked like she was going to cry. “I'm sorry, Vince. I didn't think you'd handle it well. I had a perfect plan. I knew that I could help you without your help.”
Vince broke the eye contact. “Clearly, you don't trust me. That's not the mark of true friendship. Is it?”
She didn't respond.
Vince had never known why Mabel suddenly started acting opposite of what she'd intended when they left the realm. He never asked. Maybe she’d say something now. However, he didn’t want to ask. He wanted to hear her say it without coercion.
Vince waited for an explanation.
It never came.
Mabel just looked down on her boringly big toes and fiddled with her hair.
Vince’s hand clenched beside him. He restrained himself to not lash out. He turned around. “You can go now.”
“Does that mean I've been forgiven?”
“No. Not till you stop keeping secrets. Even now, you still don't trust me enough to tell me everything.”
Mabel raised her hands in the air. “Vince, you should understand my situation here. You should know that if I don’t tell you some things, it's for your own good. Think of it that way.”
He was defiant. “Friends don't keep secrets, Mabel. Hells, are we even friends?”
The emphasis on the last word was unintended.
Mabel's eyes dilated. “Why would you say that?”
“Cos, you leave me no choice,” Vince screamed at her.
She shuddered, not expecting the outburst. Tears began to flow down her eyes, but Vince wasn't swayed.
“Please leave, Mabel. Go sort your priorities somewhere else. I've got mine too focus on and there's the issue with my sister. Maybe I would form a much better bond with her when she wakes up this time.”
Mabel turned around and left the room.
Vince sighed.
Although he'd feigned defiance, had acted like her tears meant nothing to him much like snows didn’t intrigue Eskimos, he really was smitten inside. Seeing Mabel cry like that had pierced his heart. He would have reached out to her and wiped her tears if the issue of Thelma hadn't come into his mind then.
He was going to settle the issue with Mabel very soon. But, he needed some distance first.
For now, he didn't think he could trust Mabel enough. She might as well be craving for his attention, knowing well that when Thelma came through, she'd be isolated.
Well, she did deserve what she got. Maybe he was justified making it difficult for her.

8

Tasmine got down from the car rather slowly. She couldn't believe it was Cherry. What was she doing here and without even calling to say she was coming?
She had Joel come over to her side and put his hand over across her shoulder. She held it because she felt she needed support at the moment. Cherry rushed to her and gave her a very warm hug. She took it with doubt.
“What's going on Cherry?”
Cherry gave her a 'shush'. “You'll know when we get in.”
They both led Tasmine inside. As she got into the house, a loud shout rent the air and it was that of 'Happy birthday Tasmine.'
She almost melted where she stood.
Tasmine had completely forgotten it was her birthday. She was all smiles as they each gave her a warm hug. Even her mother was looking happy today. Tasmine was grateful and happy to see them lighting up once more. She made up her mind there and then that after all was done with her dad's death demystified; she would take them on that vacation she'd planned for her parents.
There was much laughter and merriment. Three of her friends from secondary school had been invited; Mofe, Lola, and Danielle. They had all been in the burial ceremony for her late dad but she hadn't had the time to catch up with them. Today, however, she was going to have chats with them and know what they were doing with their lives. There was no law that said you couldn't have some fun while you tried unravelling a mystery.
It turned out Curtis had planned everything well. Mofe was to be the MC and he was as funny as Tasmine remembered. He reeled them with jokes that left their ribs hanging as they took drinks and ate rich food, the kind only her mum could make. They played games that tested their memory and strength. It was all fun and everyone laughed.
After a while, when they had separated into little groups to chat, Tasmine with the trio of Mofe, Lola and Danielle, Curtis called her over to talk to her.
“Happy birthday, Tasmine.”
“Thanks, Curtis. I'm very grateful for what you've done for me today.”
“Common, you deserve it.”
Tasmine took off her heels. She wasn’t used to wearing them for long. Curtis looked ahead, something obviously ticking on his mind.
“I just wanted to change the atmosphere a bit and your birthday provided the perfect opportunity. So, I should be grateful.”
“How did you get Cherry to come, how did you even know her?”
“Oh, you forgot you gave her the phone to talk to me once while we spoke.”
“Yeah, but....”
“Well, I got a call from her days later. She said she wanted to know me more.”
“Are you...” Tasmine trailed off. She was shocked beyond words. “I'll kill Cherry... And she didn't tell me. She had no right to go through my...”
Curtis held her hands and it did well to pacify her a little.
“Let nothing spoil your day, Tasmine. You can handle Cherry later. She wanted to break the news to you before everything that happened took place. I had to tell her to put it on till a better date.”
“Still...,” Tasmine protested. She just couldn't accept that her closest friend was seeing her brother without even letting her know. She felt betrayed.
“Calm down. Let's go inside.”
Tasmine had a hard time keeping the smile on her face as different people came to wish her their versions of ‘happy birthday’. One of the most surprising was Mr. Dumebi. She hadn't noticed him arrive.
“Happy birthday, Miss!” he said when he got close. She was standing by the wall admiring the portrait Danielle had brought.
“You were invited too?” She couldn't keep the dislike from her voice. She hoped he didn't notice. She put up a smile to cover up immediately.
“Of course I was. Have you forgotten I was your dad's best friend? This is one way of honouring him.” He stopped to take a sip of his drink while Tasmine took the opportunity to look around. She wished someone would come immediately and rescue her from the presence of this man. Any moment now, she won't be able to keep the loathing from her expression. The fake smile was killing her already.
Nobody came. Mr. Dumebi opened his mouth to speak again. “About the inter...”
Just then the microphone sounded. Tasmine had never felt more grateful. Though she would have been happy to hear about the result of the interview, she preferred hearing it from someone else.
Quickly, she rushed back inside before the MC would change his mind.

Ann2012:
Thanks for the update

2

For the umpteenth time, Vince went into her room to check on her. Thelma slept like a baby, purring ever so occasionally. It was just the way he remembered her, the way she’d roll up like a ball, and sleep her heart out, without any care for the world.
Just sitting there, watching her sleep, he could almost forgive her already for her unwillingness to have sought him out, even without her apologizing. Soon, those eyelids would open, revealing cloud-blue eyes, and then, he wouldn’t be able to do what was right.
Vince stood up. He needed to treat her with a tight lease. She had tried to kill him, after all. He needed to know, to be sure she didn’t still carry those raving tendencies to drive a knife through his heart, or any other tactic she might employ to kill him.
The days following up from that sad event had taken the toil on him. Even now, Vince dug his hands into his scalp, his thoughts running amok at the different ways his life could have ended had Mabel not shown up at the very instant she did.
Thinking about Mabel, the hair on his head began to rise.
Gosh! Why couldn’t he let the issue rest?
Sure, she had failed his trust yet again. A second time! She could have revealed something, a warning, anything. Yet, she didn’t. She’d preferred to act only when it was clear he was going to be hurt. How could he live with that? How could anyone?
For days, sleep evaded him like dogs evaded cold bathwater. His only source of joy was when he thought about Thelma, the prospect of having a family member to engage in conversation. With a real family, that is.
What would they do together when Thelma came through?
For sure, there'd be the finger-pointing, the throwing of tantrums, and the likes.
Whose fault would it be? It had to be hers.
There was no way he could have known she was still alive. He had watched as the palace burned down. Thelma had been too weak from the poisoned drink she’d gulped down, like his parents. That was one thing he was dying to know.
How the hell had she managed to survive?
If they'd planned the arson to kill their parents and get her away, how'd they gotten her out in time?
He had only narrowly escaped because he had gone out to cool off after the angry words Thelma had hurled at him in a bit to sound funny at the dinner table. That had been his saving grace - the only reason he had been able to come out of the situation.
What was Thelma’s story?
Although he didn't want to push his luck, Vince harbored some hope that their mother could yet be alive, somehow. Oh, what he would do to have that come true. His joy would know no boundaries.
Thelma let out a soft snore.
Vince froze. His reverie was gone in an instant as his focus zeroed in on Thelma. She didn’t stir again. Just like that, she was back in her sleep.
Vince almost lost it. It was the first movement he'd noticed since he began checking up on her. He was getting frustrated in her inability to wake up to face reality - the reality she needed to see. And explain.
Vince turned towards the door. He made a mental promise to come back and check on her in two hours. He needed some fresh air. And some food.
His appetite had been dwindling as the days went past. Mabel had warily complained the last time they managed to talk, that he was losing too much weight and needed to eat more purposefully. He’d waved her off as silly.
He knew the truth, though. He couldn’t eat much, apart from the occasional munches he could manage from apples. Apples were his favorite fruit.
He turned the handle of the door, attempting to let himself out. The door wouldn’t open. He twisted and pulled. Still, it didn’t give way.
“What the heck is this?” he asked. He added some extra effort, pulling with both hands, but still, the door wouldn't open.
He stepped back at last; deciding now was the time to use some magic.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
For the second time since he entered the room, Vince froze at a spot.
“Turn around, slowly.”
He hesitated.
“Don’t even for a second think I will think twice before jinxing you should you try anything silly.”
Vince had no thought of doing anything. The sheer suddenness of her awakening and pulling the stunt with the door was what surprised him. How could she be that fast?
He turned around slowly to meet her gaze.
She was out of bed. The stance she took was precisely the way he remembered. She had her left legs pointing towards him, and the other slightly bent outwards.
“What did you do to me?” she asked, her gaze fixed on him, like a lion counting seconds before it tore its prey apart. Her voice sounded husk, not like he'd known it to be. However, it could be something she'd learned to do, to assert her dominance and not look weak, the way she looked now.
Or, it could be that the years and hardship, possibly, had changed her? Right now, Thelma could pass as his mother, whereas she was supposed to be two years his senior. Those times he spent in the OutWorld had added to the disparity in their ages.
“I didn’t do anything. I’ve been waiting to-”
“You should think twice before lying to me. I could put an end to your miserable life here and now.”
“Miserable life? Really? Is that what you think of me?”
She displayed her palms to him. “Why should I think any different?”
Vince looked her in the eyes. Those eyes he’d looked into so many times down the years. It was a trick, one that had worked many times before. It would bring out the sympathetic, loving, and caring side of his sister. However, as he looked, there was no trace of emotion in those eyes.
“I’m your brother, Thelma.”
She didn’t flinch. “Who the hell is Thelma?”
Vince’s hand went to his head instantly. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Hells, did they jinx your brain too?”
She lowered her hands and let it rest on her waist, akimbo. He caught sight of her frizzy hair, untrimmed but just as black as he’d known it.
A draft passed the window.
“What’s that supposed to mean? Who are you?”
Vince walked towards her, not minding that she could be pulling a stunt to catch him off-guard. He had hardly held onto her fingertips than a spell came flying towards them. It hit the top of her head. Thelma fell, her back landing hard on the soft, padded bed. She passed out immediately.
Vince spun towards the door. It was Mabel.
“What was that about?” Vince asked his breathing heavy with anger.
Mabel, a smug expression dancing on her face, looked passed him and rested on Thelma. “Let’s say I was saving your life. Again.”
Vince’s fingers fisted, they dug into his palms. “Are you nuts? We were about to connect just now. I’ve been waiting for this to happen all this while. You just ruined everything. You-”
“No. I saved your miserable life. She was going to use the devil’s grasp, a technique you would know if you paid any attention in light’s defense classes.”
“You’re full of bullshit!”
Mabel turned to go. Thelma didn’t arouse again. “Be grateful that this bullshit worked for you.”
Vince felt like reaching out to her and dragging her hair. How he managed to hold back was a mystery. Maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t ready to get at the wrong side of the only person with whom he shared common fate at the moment.
Mabel reached the door. “By the way, it was I who jumbled her memories. You owe me two now.”
He’d had it. Vince threw a spell towards her, but she was already out of the room.

7
Tasmine was relieved when she discovered it was Joel.
“You scared me Joel.”
“I tend to have that effect.”
“Be serious, jor.”
He slid into the seat next to her as she drove out of the company's driveway and into the road.
“So tell me, how did it go?”
“What do you think?” She sneered at him.
Joel knew she was good. So, Tasmine didn’t like that he’d asked that question. There was only one way it could go.
What he didn't know was that she was going for this job with a different purpose entirely. Who would leave a very good job in the US to become a marketing manager in Nigeria? Well, not her.
“I trust my sister. You are the best at what you do. Dad always said that.”
The moment he said that, he knew he had made a mistake. A short spell of silence took over. Tasmine reminisced the moments when, as a young girl, she had come running to her dad with her report card in hand, a proof that she had once again topped her class and with good margin. This happened virtually every term as she could remember. She had gotten lots of gifts and mini- celebrations to prove that she indeed was well appreciated.
And now, to imagine that some idiots took that caring man, her role model out of her life. Forever. She was going to make them pay. “All of them!”
She didn't know she had said it aloud and wished Joel wouldn't ask but as if on cue, he spoke up.
“All of what?"
“Hmm... I meant all of them were pleased at my performance. If I knew better, I'd say the job is mine already.”
Joel’s face lit up immediately.
“That's great news. Let's so celebrate then.”
Tasmine placed one hand to her lip, feigning contemplation. Joel looked attentively, a smile brimming on his face.
“Well, that's something... But I thought you came because you had news for me, a message perhaps.”
“Well, it’s nothing much. Yes, except that Curtis wants you around, everyone as a matter of fact. He said he wants to make an important announcement.”
Tasmine nodded to show she'd gotten the message but she didn't know what to expect. She remembered now that her father’s will hadn't been read yet. She wondered now what would be in it for her.
Usually in this part of the world, it was believed that the males should take the lion's share of the inheritance. As a matter of fact, the first son would take about fifty percent of the inheritance leaving the rest for the remaining successors. Anyways, this was a will and things could be different.
Tasmine’s mind played a scenario where Curtis had an altercation with her father because he had revealed that he wasn't taking the largest share of the inheritance.
Could he have been part of the assassination attempt for this reason?

She shook her head as she weaved past a Lexus jeep that had slowed down and would have collided with her were she not the skilled driver that she was.
“What's on your mind?” Joel asked suddenly.
The question unsettled her. She had almost forgotten there was someone beside her. With one hand on the steering, she brushed her hair backwards.
“I don't know Joel. There's so much on my mind. I had plans for us, our family, everything has changed.”
“Oh... I'm sorry it has to be this way but one less person doesn't mean you can't go on with your plans. You still have a family. You've got us. I believe daddy will be happy wherever he is if you'd continue with your plans.”
“I guess so.”
She took a right turn into a narrow lane. They were close now and in few minutes, she would discover what Curtis had planned.
A growing surprise was the ease at which she could label her brother evil. It's not like he'd been a rebel. That Curtis didn't talk much didn’t mean he was mean or always up to no good.
Tasmine knew she had to stop making assumptions so it doesn't hamper her relationship with her family. And if any of them were somehow involved, they wouldn't see anything coming.
Element of surprise.
And talking about surprise, as she drove in, the first face she saw was that of Cherry, her best friend from the States.

Ann2012:
I've been so busy, thanks dear

hidhrhis:
U are a new writer on nl yet u have many views
I read story based on the number of view and that was how i opted for ur story
U claim u wont drop the part 2 except u get twenty comment yet u got it
Go and check the way the likes of soulouho19 larrysun silver1996 are doing their things.u have to earn it if u want ppl to be paying for ur story like mad. Today if this writers i mentioned want to sell their story i will be among the frontrunner to buy it and ive bought some author story on okadabooks cos theyve being doing this on nl for years and people know they deserve it so bro. I will say it again if u like dont post again we will count it as one of the unserious authours who abandon stories and we will move on. We have enough legend on literature section. Im not saying u shld not make money from ur story but give to the ppl first