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SheWrites:
Thanks.

I will look for a way yo update soon.
My generator has gone on annual leave.

miss shewrote, this one that you are just replying comments only, without updating, i hope you aren't trying to abandon this fantastic story??

If at all you are not trying to abandon this story, then your next post should be an update. Dont leave us hanging pls.


Happy new month

Happy new month shewrites, I have been a diehard fan of your stories but I must confess that this is my first time if commenting on any of them. First I want to send my condolence to you for the great irreplaceable loss of your dad. And you have a nice story here, I missed lecture reading your story this morning. Who lecture help. Am learning a lot from this story. Pls don't starve us ooo

SheWrites:
New Story...

Will start updating after my dad's burial.

Shalom!

sorry about your dad

You're a prolific writer @shewrites, keep it up

Yay!
We made front page again!
Drop something for your guys na SheWrites

hey update this, I'm waiting

Shewrite is one of many wonderful NL authors I so much respect, having read many of her books both in hard and soft copy. She is indeed an amazing writer. The way she describes event and incident from experiences is top notch. You indeed an embodiment of awesome writer. Miss/Mrs are you a counselor? sorry for the death of your dad. My condolence dear.




Patiently waiting for the next update, take all the time you need to be emotional stable.

following.... great story you've got here

I am so glued to my chair, very captivating story. Thanks a lot Shewrites.

FebFinest:
Had to open an account cause of your story �
Nice one writer �❤

*hugs*

Duggedised12:
Now i am feel like going on part 4 of my own rant , good job OP

hahaha... go ahead jare *hugs*

gaza1234:
When is d next episode its quite intriguing

Hopefully before weekend. Seriously trying to sort my electricity challenge.

BIGGIE121:
miss shewrote, this one that you are just replying comments only, without updating, i hope you aren't trying to abandon this fantastic story??

If at all you are not trying to abandon this story, then your next post should be an update. Dont leave us hanging pls.


Happy new month

Happy new month!

Ask @pweetychyka, she is still typing the story.
No abandonment.
Just trying to sort my electricity issues.

SheWrites:
hahaha... go ahead jare *hugs*

uchman48:
Happy new month shewrites, I have been a diehard fan of your stories but I must confess that this is my first time if commenting on any of them. First I want to send my condolence to you for the great irreplaceable loss of your dad. And you have a nice story here, I missed lecture reading your story this morning. Who lecture help. Am learning a lot from this story. Pls don't starve us ooo

Awwww....
Thanks do much o.
Abeg don't miss lectures o.

I will update before weekend by God's grace.

Florian90:
sorry about your dad

Thaaaannnkkksss *hugs*

ivoryhouse:
You're a prolific writer @shewrites, keep it up

Thanks much.

Hauneg:
Yay! We made front page again! Drop something for your guys na SheWrites

We did?
Yippee!
I didn't know oooo. I have not been online due to scarcity of electricity.
Sorting it out asap.

superfitsez:
hey update this, I'm waiting

On it.
Before weekend by His grace.

Mtbail:
Shewrite is one of many wonderful NL authors I so much respect, having read many of her books both in hard and soft copy. She is indeed an amazing writer. The way she describes event and incident from experiences is top notch. You indeed an embodiment of awesome writer. Miss/Mrs are you a counselor? sorry for the death of your dad. My condolence dear.




Patiently waiting for the next update, take all the time you need to be emotional stable.

Am touched *hugs*



Thank you sooooo much.

I am a Mrs.

Counselor? Well, sort of...

I really appreciate.

Hintona:
following.... great story you've got here

Thankssss

Saintly01:
I am so glued to my chair, very captivating story. Thanks a lot Shewrites.

You're welcome.

I'm still waiting too

good job

AnnabelKelvin01:
I'm still waiting too

I have heard o.

Munzy14:
good job

Thanks

SheWrites:
Happy new month!

Ask @pweetychyka, she is still typing the story.
No abandonment.
Just trying to sort my electricity issues.

sorry to bug , is pweetychyka going to post the story for you when she finish typing or what??

BIGGIE121:
sorry to bug , is pweetychyka going to post the story for you when she finish typing or what??

Not at all sir....

Pweetychyka is only here to clarify that she hasn't abandoned the story!

Madam shewrites new location seems to be having power issue. Therefore I indulge everyone on her behalf

Also expect more interesting updates within this week.

pweetychyka:
Not at all sir....

Pweetychyka is only here to clarify that she hasn't abandoned the story!

Madam shewrites new location seems to be having power issue. Therefore I indulge everyone on her behalf

Also expect more interesting updates within this week.

ok noted.we are anticipating the update, thanks.

SheWrites:
SASSY AND SLAYING: DIARY OF A SINGLE NAIJA BABE

EPISODE TEN

Dear Diary,

2nd February, 2016.

I apologize diary. I have not written for almost a week now. I've been trying to arrange myself. But, am better now, sha. Let me gist you about what’s going on in my office.

Benson’s supposed transfer hasn't gone through. He actually applied. Can you imagine? I found out from a friend in the Human Resources department. I don't care whether he stays or goes. After all, I no longer exist in his world. Screw him!

Clara, the second slay queen in my office, she played a fast one. I don’t blame her sha. The girl noticed the rift between Benson and I and she has gladly replaced me. These days, she goes home with Benson and once in a while, they arrive at the office at the same time. They seemed closer too and I am not going to pretend that it doesn't hurt. It actually does. It hurts a whole lot than I expected that it would. He was supposed to be my man. He was supposed to be mine. But, there is nothing I can do about it now. Anyways, I wish both of them well. They can both jump into the Atlantic Ocean for all I care.

Today, on my way home, Mrs. Nkiruka called me and asked me to drop off a folder at the Accounting Manager's office. The Accounting department was on a floor below mine, so I took the stairs instead of the elevator. I met the man’s P.A at her desk and before I thought of dropping the folder on her table, she told me that she was closed for the day and she wasn’t attending to any official matters. That’s like indirectly telling me to take the folder to the Accounting Manager myself.

See me see trouble o. Isn’t it her job description? Sometimes, all these P.As and Secretaries instigate people to talk to them anyhow.

Anyways, I wasn’t in the mood. I eyed her and she eyed me back. I cat-walked away, shaking my buttocks, knowing fully well that mine was triple the size of her own. I heard her hiss and I laughed. Mission accomplished. I found my way to the Accounting Manager’s office, knocked twice and went in.

I saw the man, Mr. Nosa Akhere, bent over a waist length cabinet, looking for only God knows what. I greeted him and he waved a hand at me in response, his eyes did a quick sweep over my frame, from hair to shoes. I dropped the folder on his table and turned to leave. He called me back and asked me to help him get his I.D card that fell behind the cabinet.

I groaned inwardly. I was already dreaming of how I would take a warm bath when I get home. Then prepare dinner. Watch my favourite TV channels, write in my diary, and then turn in for the night. I didn’t want to encounter the crazy traffic that was sure to manifest on the road to my home.

I feigned a smile and joined him by the side of the cabinet. I bent over and stretched out my right hand, but I couldn’t feel anything with my fingers.

“Sir, I am not sure you card is here,” I said to him.

“It is there. Your hands are smaller than mine. You can reach it,” the man persuaded me.

I obeyed and I started looking for the card, hoping that I would find it in time to leave the office before the traffic build up on the road. What happened in the next few minutes took me by surprise. It made me angry and angry and angry and angry.

Can you imagine? While I was looking for this man’s card, I suddenly felt something hard, something hard like rock, pressed against my backside! Instinct told me that it was the man’s cucumber! His erected third leg! What sought of nonsense was this now?

The silly man kept saying, “Have you found it? Just take your time and search, you will find it. Look very well, thank you for helping me.”

Then he moved closer, grinding his third leg against my round, firm and protruding buttocks like a starving dog!

Ah! I have suffered. The anger that shot through my system in that moment, was like a volcanic eruption. What audacity?! What effrontery?! What’s wrong with this old pig?! How dare he? What did he take me for? A common slut? Or one of those girls he plays around with in the office? I am not their kind. I am not in their level at all. They are not in my league. No, no, no!

I got up immediately and moved away from him, fuming and ready to castrate him with insults. I didn’t care if he was my superior. He had no right to do what he just did.

The old hag started to laugh. He knew that I was angry. He kept on laughing and calling me sweet nothings. I knew he was trying to downplay his actions, but, I wasn’t going to let what he did slid.
Mr. Nosa started to narrate how he had been lusting after me since the day I started working at the company. He said if it was left to him, he would have transferred me to the Accounting department. But, Mrs. Nkiruka protected the people working for her like a mother hen.

What’s my business? Please help me to ask him o. All this story, story won’t cut it. Lust or no lust, he had no right to touch me!

The dirty old man was in his early fifties, slightly taller than I am and several shades darker, with an irritating pot belly that made him look like a pregnant woman in her last trimester. Ewu! I am just angry.

Unexpectedly, he told me that if I agree to spend the weekend with him, he would make sure that Mrs. Nkiruka was transferred to the far east, or to the northern part of the country. Then he would convince the board of directors of the company to make me the new General Manager. That’s a double promotion for me. I will be the youngest manager in the company, nation-wide.

Tempting, right?

Right then and there, I began to think of how wonderful it would be to be free of Mrs. Nkiruka’s tyranny. I thought of how magnificent it would be if I got the promotion to be the new General Manager. That’s like triple my salary. The allowances would be awesome. I would probably be given a car, and an apartment. I would be entitled to trips abroad every summer, Christmas and during my yearly leave period. The promotion will come with a lot of other perks and privileges.

As I thought about it, this old dog drew me close and his hands flew all over me, from my spine to my hips, then he grabbed my buttocks and squeezed them till it began to hurt!

My thoughts of becoming the new General Manager faded instantly. What does this old fool take me for? I pushed him away, telling him that I would think about it. I knew I wouldn’t. If I wanted a promotion, I would gladly work my way up. I am not going to use my honey pot to get what I want.

But the starving maniac refused to let me go. The next thing I knew, his head was nested on my bosom, my coconut size fresh and over-ripe chest. He was murmuring words I didn’t understand. I think I heard something like he was going to die here or so. The man is mad jor!

The moment he started to kiss my cleavage, I adjusted my brown jacket and pulled away from his firm grip. He wasn’t happy but I didn’t care. All these shameless old fowls who cannot get their eyes and hands off young ladies, I just pity their wives and children.

After what happened between me and Korede, the mere thought of sex made me irritable. I don’t think I will be able to sleep with anyone in the next few months or maybe throughout this year.

I literally ran out of the man’s office after he made me promise to think about his proposal. Spend a weekend with that old dog? Never! Mr. Nosa’s retired cucumber ain’t coming near my fresh honey pot in this lifetime.

I don’t do old men. They repulse me. I prefer young men. Solid men. Men with muscles and strength. Not, wretched scallywags like the Accounting Manager. Heaven forbid! Tufiakwa!

That’s it diary.

Need to check on my dinner. I can smell the aroma from here.

See you later.

Night-night!

Mwaoh!

One man's meat is another man' poison. Ti ba muen. �

omo.!!! Ehn .Ebi like say shewrite don go vacation. .

chrysanthus07:
omo.!!! Ehn .Ebi like say shewrite don go vacation. .

Hahahahaha... I wish.
Updates in progress.

Happy Holidays everyone.