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Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand, Blood and revenge hammering in my head - Titus Andronicus

BISI - THE OTHER WOMAN CH 50

From behind the painting Zainab pulled out another folder, black in color, throwing it to Namdi before making her way back to her seat far from him. 

"Why don't you open the folder. You want to know who she was right. I'm sure you have your guesses."

The curly hair along Namdi's arms stood on end, her words sending an uncomfortable sensation up his spine. The folder remained closed.

"So how did you kill her Namdi?"

"..."

"Did you seduce her first so she let down her guard? Did she beg for her life? Tell me the details Namdi. What expression did she have as her life ebbed away?"

"It's enough Zainab."

His mind began to clear, mouth turning down, countenance darkening.

"But is it? Open the folder Namdi, learn who the bitch is. Learn the truth of who you can't forget even in death."

"And whose truth is that?"

Zainab didn't answer her gaze falling on the pendant in front of her, parts of the silver chain colored red. Zainab made no move towards the pendant, her gaze filling with disgust.

"She is your sister isn't she. A Shagari..."

"That thing is no sister of mine."

A vein bulged on his temple, indents appearing where he held the folder.

"Was this even about the affair? I loved you Zainab. Killed for you. For a lie?"

"Loved? Loved? Past tense Namdi? The bastard managed to steal your heart from me even in death. If i'm to suffer this pain I will not do it alone."

"Don't call her that Zainab."

"I shouldn't call her what? Bastard? Maybe LovePeddler is more appropriate? But is she not a bastard? Isn't her mother not a LovePeddler who seduced my father to give birth to a LovePeddler who... who... who..."

A sound escaped her lips, half laugh half shriek, head tilting to the rafters above.

"Tell me the truth Zainab, was it because of the affair or that the father you trusted so much had a love child?"

"Does it matter Namdi? Can it not be both? But there is more Namdi. Open the folder."

"I need to know why you... Every time I look at my hand all I see is red."

"She haunts you. Is she alone?"

"Tell me! I have to know. No, I need to know. When did you want her dead? Why?"

Silence was her answer to his outburst, face hidden from view by soft hands, hair spilling over her face. Namdi's hand tensed to reach out in comfort, a reflex he suppressed, instead sweeping the dishes to the floor, their contents splashing on the white wall to his left.

"Tell me Zainab! Was it when you found out about the affair... or was it a sin even more unforgivable."

"More unforgivable? Namdi, my father betrayed my mother. You betrayed me. Both of you swept up by two generations."

"What more can you do to me Zainab, you've already drawn more than a pound of flesh, painted my hands red."

"We'll see. Open the folder Namdi. Leaving it closed will not change what has already been written."

"Zainab there is nothing in this world that can cause me any more sorrow, any more heartbreak than what I have..."

His words petered out, shivers running through his body. In his hands an open folder, the contents laid bare and digested by a Namdi whose eyes were misting red the more he read. Every rational part of his mind shut down one after the other till all one could find was a single thought and emotion. It pumped through every vessel, filled every fiber of his being, taking life, granting him with a strength he should not possess. It rendered in him a transformation from man. Reading turned his world upside down for he had ended the life of not one but two souls.

Her laughter rose as she saw the madness mixed with pain blossom in him, behind her the storm raged on. Namdi rose, his face contorted, knuckles cracking. With a hand he upended the table, sending it crashing to the floor, crushing the dishes, burying the pendant, creating a straight path to Zainab.

"Come Namdi! You have killed your LovePeddler. You have killed your unborn child. The best things come in threes."

Each step he took was heavy, slow and deliberate. She matched them with light footfalls, feathers on a flat plane. There was no fear in her eyes as she watched him become more beast than man while the distance closed.

"It's not like the cancer would have allowed her live long enough to give birth. You did her a favor."

An inhuman roar tore through his throat, teeth biting down, his lip caught in its path, blood splashing, the pain bringing some clarity to his rabid mind.

"I wonder what the LovePeddler would have named it. If it's a girl would be best to skip all pretense and give the name that we all know it will grow up to be."

They had both covered half the distance, to their right, the threatening drop hanging at head level.

"I could have lived with the knowledge of my mother being right about my father, about him having a love child, even with you having an affair."

In his eyes Zainab could see her death but she did not cringe, only closing her lashed lids and waiting for his hands to fatally wrap around her once more.

"What I couldn't bear was her giving you what I could not."

His hands gripped her, but her neck remained bare. Namdi pulled her into his embrace. Eyes opening she couldn't hide the confusion as she stared at the closed door to the dining room. Namdi could only look at what hung on the white wall as he held Zainab. A fountain of blood splashed against the painting, adding to the bitter red, filling the air around them with a spicy scent. The ground rushed to him as he fell, receiving him with its unyielding nature.

"Namdi!"

Filled with complicated emotions she could not hold back, Zainab bound to his side, lifting his head onto her lap, a trickle of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

"What's happening?"

In Namdi's eyes was a far away look coupled with memories of Bisi. A racking cough brought up a mouthful of blood and spicy wine. All her talk about choosing 'us' now took a whole new meaning, her words that didn't make sense became clear. Actions as simple as an unconscious hand to the flat of her stomach. How he could have been so blind he would never get a chance to know. He struggled to turn to face the woman whose thighs his head lay.

"She couldn't bear to live any longer knowing the baby would die within her."

"What does that have to do with you Namdi!"

"A bottle of wine and a single cup..."

Each word a struggle, delivered with spasms racking his body.

"I'm sorry Zainab, if I had been decisive, strong willed, we wouldn't be..."

"Hush Namdi, you can apologize later let me go call..."

"No! Stay. Please. Whatever she put in the wine... There won't be enough time..."

Hey eyes misted but no tears fell, her features stricken with shock as she held him; stroking his limp curly hair. Namdi laughed, the sound weak, a motion causing more blood to flow in reverse.

"Our... fates... fates... truly... are...are... are... written..."

Another mouthful came up, splattering the walls as much as her. She did not reach to wipe it away, her dress showing no change in shade even as it absorbed the vital liquid.

"Namdi, please, please don't go"

Outside, the storm ceased to hear her whisper, a calm returning to the beaten land still blanketed with darkness. Above a sea of stars his mother beckoned, the sound of a doorbell unimportant to his closing eyes; his last view of the world a grief stricken Zainab.

THE END

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TANGENT - Well we made it (Except for Namdi anyway. Too soon? Lol), who would have thought. Is 50 chapters short or long? Lol. Though rushed towards the later chapters, I hope it pulled together a little and the bow I tied didn't have too many loose ends. I'm sad and a little glad it's done. Wonderful feeling to finish but I will miss these 3. Zainab, Bisi, Namdi and I would like to take the time to thank the commenters in order of appearance so my favorites remain a mystery

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I pray I forgot no one. To the liker as well as those who lurk in the shadows and enjoy anonymity I thank you. I am for the most part the same, i'll assume from the views you appreciate the work. Promised myself to keep going if I could get just one person to keep reading; guess that worked out.

I'd also like to thank those who worked behind the scenes on this journey, they'll remain nameless for now. And now to make what is already long even longer, and for those who scrolled/read this far, here is what I'm toying with to work on next, haven't decided. will probably puzzle those who use the 'go down' button.

TO LOVE A MAMI WATER (WORKING TITLE AND DRAFT)

The bridge from the natural to the supernatural is held by imagination

Formless, drifting from a realm of its own, the wind came down from the night sky to play along the divide between land and sea. As it sped past it witnessed the revelry of people as they drank and danced. Flipping skirts and upending umbrellas, it made its presence felt, enjoying the shrieks and shouts that rose over the music. Onward it raced, ripping off a sign board with 'Elegushi' written on it, searching for more to quench its thirst with wonder. On its path, a large rock rising high above the sea came into view. A rock held no interest to it but above was a woman in white steadily making her way to the edge.

Hair, black, long, silky and not her own covered much of her face. On her body a bleached dress clung to her supple form, ripped, stained. Behind, a pair of slippers marked her trodden path. Beneath her bare feet, jagged rocks tore at her soft soles, bruising, unhindered in their attempt to break delicate skin. Forward she walked, each step accompanied by pain, the edge getting ever closer. Above, where the gods ruled, clouds denied the full moon its time on earth.

A sudden gust hit her, hair whipping in the formless wind revealing the features that had been hidden. Almond eyes struggled to remain open in the gale, pearly white teeth set in determination. A ringless hand reached up to block, rising just above her duchess nose. In the cloudy night her smooth ebony skin blended deeply. Each step became as heavy as a mountain to her light 5 ft 7 frame, but still she persisted, fighting the wind  till she made it to the brink.

Reaching the peak she braced herself against the wind that struggled to deny her wish. In the distance the bright lights of the clubs and bars lining the beach shone brightly, the music faint. Turning from the sight she looked down at what awaited her. The sea dashed against the large rock, wave upon wave crashing and receding, revealing sharp unforgiving rocks. For a moment the clouds parted, a moonbeam breaking through illuminating her. She glowed, a beacon in the darkness. No tears shone brightly nor crawled down her dimpled cheek. No words were spoken as she took that final step into the night sky, gravity embracing her like a mother would a lost child.

With a splash her body struck the water, the sound drowned out by the chaotic sea. In a feat defying the gods, no rock found her descent. It would not matter for the cold of the sea would finish what they did not. The impact from such a height knocked the breath out of her, an inability to swim leading her farther and farther into the depths. In the frigid waters her dress fanned out, giving her wings of white. Her lids grew heavy, oxygen deprived mind shutting down, the surface getting farther and farther away, beyond where any human could swim to. Before they completely shut she thought she saw a man.

He held her waist, stopping her descent. Firm to the touch, the hand brought her to him. She could only use one word to describe him, 'exquisite'.

"Ominrin."

Her oxygen deprived mind thought she heard him say her name. An impossibility that did not matter as her eyes began to close for the last time. Lips pressed against hers, gently, firmly, sealing, breathing life back into her. Ominrin's starving lungs drank deeply, the kiss intensifying beneath the salty depths. Still it could not fight the cold, her mind succumbing, the world fading to black.

With a groan Ominrin's eyes opened, her bruised bare feet tickled by the tide. Sand peppered her exposed skin. A finger touched her lips, a faint sensation still present. She gazed out to the sea, wet to the bone, wondering if it was a dream.

SmartestPopQUEEN:
Moreso, whats the actual sense in having over a million viewers, when none of them are willing to do as little as like or comment and most importantly, nominate ur name 4 awards? Someone shud put himself or herself in the authors shoes.

Apollux:
“From our deduction we believe the Omiron 09 is somewhere within the Iron Belt Cluster. “ Dr. Guthrie picked up the narration as the cyborg remained silent. “Either the mega corporations we are after have found a way to safely navigate the Iron Belt Cluster, and set up a secret facility there or this may be a misleading information. “
“I doubt that doctor, so far all other data recovered has proven accurate, besides they went to a great length just to keep these from outsiders. “ After a while the general faced the Mole. “Any possible way this single space pirate that has survived going into the Cluster can be the one that the mega corporations had used to successfully cross that area ? “


“If that was the case then Rabel would have disappeared. “ The Mole replied after some thoughtful moments. “But the last I heard of him was that he is still very much in view of everyone, openly making it a point that all should know he is retired from active buccaneering. “
“Clearly this is the only existing possibility of been able to locate that place successfully. We might need to seek his assistance. “


“Well general, that may not be so simple. “
“Why think so, Mr. Mole? “
“Because, Rabel even suspects someone in authority is looking at his direction, he will disappear underground and may never be found again. He is that good. “ Taking a hard look at Marvel with a smile that Marvel failed to return as his eyes were on Hardwire with a queer look on his face. “He should anyway if he had thrived as a successful pirate in the past. “


“Your speech seem to indicate you might know how to get to him before he disappears for good. “
“Maybe general but I’m not saying this with any hint of certainty, so I’m promising nothing. “
“That’s all I ask for. “ Turning once more to Dr. Guthrie, he asked. “Any other surprises from the data? “

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mekonglobal:
Oh yeah, thats the usual scope.
I think this will be my last story ever written by a female n'lander that i will read here.

Why can't u guys behave like your male counterpart? are you guys the only ones in need of money?

Most of you writers take us on a fool ride when u feel u have arrived, forgetting people who were there for u when u were still budding as a writer.

Don't get me wrong, i'm not saying u shouldn't make goodliving out of ones talent, on the contrary of what purpose is the talent of man he can't living out of it, even the bible says, "The gift of a man maketh him rich"

But my major concern is this, if you kn that your work is specifically meant for the amazons and the okadas why start it here in the first place?
Not my business u will say? afterall it's your data, it's your page, it's brainpower. You can choose do with it anyhow you like.

Well, i only wish to advice instead of tolling dis path, why not just publish the story on ebook selling site you deem fit and give us the link?

just2day:
There is a tiny breath in all of us that longs for a tragedy even as we deny its existence. The Greeks understood how to scratch that itch.

Your encouraging words are deeply appreciated

hiroz:
Acclaimed author Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie has declared that Meghan should be Head of the Commonwealth, while praising her and Harry's 'modern relationship'.
The Nigerian writer, who has been hailed Beyonce's favourite feminist, said the former Suits actress should be given the position when asked if 'anyone would mind' if Prince Charles succeeded the Queen in the role.

She also praised Meghan, 36, and Harry, 33, for their 'very modern' and 'forward-looking' relationship, saying she found it 'heartening'.

It comes as the Commonwealth Heads of Government are expected to decide if the Prince of Wales should succeed the Queen as Head of the Commonwealth at their meeting in London this week.

Speaking on Channel 4 News, Chimamanda, 40, said: 'You know who I think should be it; I think Meghan Markle should be Head of the Commonwealth.'

When asked whether she ever thought the royal family would marry into a mixed-race family, the author replied: 'Why not? And you know, black people are gorgeous so of course a person who wants gorgeousness in his life would do well to look at black people.'

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-5633405/Chimamanda-Ngozi-Adichie-says-Meghan-HEAD-Commonwealth.html

KimberlyWest:
''Cont'd


Ken drove into his compound with just mission.

He was running in like he was being pursued by ghosts when he ran into his wife who was coming out of the sitting room, obviously to meet him.

''Am sorry'' they chorused.

They looked at each other before he drew his wife to himself and engulfed her in the most passionate hug.

''am so sorry Ken, I didn't mean for it to get this far, I never intended for us to keep malice'' she said as tears began to trickle down her face.

''Baby, am supposed to be apologizing, am so sorry''

she stepped back from him and he began to wipe her tears.

He knew he had truly hurt his wife, for she was the strong and courageous type who rarely cries.

They looked at each other passionately, both thinking about how it was before they had their first fight as husband and wife.

Before one could say Jack Robbinson, Ken brought down his lips on hers and she wrapped her hands around his neck, giving in and drawing him closer, the longing and the passion returned, he missed his wife, he missed her touch, his hands had already started working on the front buttons of her shirt, when she broke off and stepped away from him.

''what'' his voice and his face showed that he was far from being satisfied.

''Food first, I made your favourite, Vegetable soup and Semovita'' she said smiling.

''I will eat later''

''uh, uh, now! Go and take your bath big baby and let me set the table, everyother thing can come later''

''everything?'' he asked her looking sideways.

''Everything'' she replied seductively before walking away without another glance at him.

She was practically dancing inwardly, her husband was back to her. She was really glad that they had made up, she hated the way she saw him when he walked into the house, his shirt wasn't properly tucked in, his tie was hung around his neck, and his face looked distressed.

Ken got into the room whistling happily. He felt bad for ever douting if love existed, Love is not a facade, he felt it, he felt like he was runnin mad during the two days that his fight with his wife lasted, he felt like a part of him was cut off from his body.


****

Nate was in his study scratching his hair and hissing endlessly, earlier in the day, his dad had given him sole authority over a new contract that they had just gotten, it was a very big achievement for him. He was happy that his dad was finally trusting him again to handle his company after the last saga that almost wrecked the company.

He remembered how foolished he had been to fall for her trap.
With this newly-gained trust from his father, he was determined to make his father proud and make up for his past mistakes.


****

The following morning.

Ken got to work late, after last night's reconciliation with his wife, he had slept peacefully and he overslept.

He got to the company's car park and he was surprised to see his dads car there.

He didn't know what to expect as he raced up the stairs, ignoring greetings from staffs, his dad neither called nor said anything about visiting the office the last time he went to visit him.

He opened the door to his office which was originally his dad's office before he retired and handed over to him, he was shocked to see his dad sitting there calmly and Tessy was sitting opposite him with her head bowed.

''Goodmorning sir'' he greeted while dropping his briefcase.

''Morning my son, how are you doing'' his dad replied.
He frowned and sat down on the only available seat without replying his dad.

''Good morning sir'' Tessy greeted him.

''Morning, how was your night'' after what he did to her the previous day, the least he could do was reply her greetings.

''It was fine sir''

''Tessy please leave, you can go back to your office, you've been reinstated'' Ken's dad told the young girl who nodded happily.

''Thank you sir'' she said to Ken before running off to her office.

Father and son were now alone in the large office.

''I see how you have been handling the company'' his dad replied sarcastically.

''Dad, what have i done now, am making more than enough profit and the stocks haven't gone down'' he replied his dad bodly.

''Kennedy, so you now have the effontery to talk back at me right?''
''am sorry dad, but i was merely replying you''

''Did i ask you to reply'' fruitcakes his dad asked sternly.

''sorry'' he mumbled.

''so, Mr Kennedy why did you fire your secretary'' his dad asked raising up.

''am sorry sir, but it was done out of anger''

''Need i remind you that this company still belongs to me, i make the major decisions here, not you, i only pitied you and let you manage this company''

''sorry sir''

''Have a nice day'' his dad said zoeyj and eyed him before muttering ''Like mother like son'' and walked away adjusting his long flowing buba as he left

Tears began to trickle down ken's eyes as he let his leg give way and he dropped to his knees.

''Is this man really my father'' he asked himself with his teeth clenched and tears in his eyes.



carol cimdy baddiezz etheraeal Pamela zync .

KimberlyWest:
''Cont'd


Ken drove into his compound with just mission.

He was running in like he was being pursued by ghosts when he ran into his wife who was coming out of the sitting room, obviously to meet him.

''Am sorry'' they chorused.

They looked at each other before he drew his wife to himself and engulfed her in the most passionate hug.

''am so sorry Ken, I didn't mean for it to get this far, I never intended for us to keep malice'' she said as tears began to trickle down her face.

''Baby, am supposed to be apologizing, am so sorry''

she stepped back from him and he began to wipe her tears.

He knew he had truly hurt his wife, for she was the strong and courageous type who rarely cries.

They looked at each other passionately, both thinking about how it was before they had their first fight as husband and wife.

Before one could say Jack Robbinson, Ken brought down his lips on hers and she wrapped her hands around his neck, giving in and drawing him closer, the longing and the passion returned, he missed his wife, he missed her touch, his hands had already started working on the front buttons of her shirt, when she broke off and stepped away from him.

''what'' his voice and his face showed that he was far from being satisfied.

''Food first, I made your favourite, Vegetable soup and Semovita'' she said smiling.

''I will eat later''

''uh, uh, now! Go and take your bath big baby and let me set the table, everyother thing can come later''

''everything?'' he asked her looking sideways.

''Everything'' she replied seductively before walking away without another glance at him.

She was practically dancing inwardly, her husband was back to her. She was really glad that they had made up, she hated the way she saw him when he walked into the house, his shirt wasn't properly tucked in, his tie was hung around his neck, and his face looked distressed.

Ken got into the room whistling happily. He felt bad for ever douting if love existed, Love is not a facade, he felt it, he felt like he was runnin mad during the two days that his fight with his wife lasted, he felt like a part of him was cut off from his body.


****

Nate was in his study scratching his hair and hissing endlessly, earlier in the day, his dad had given him sole authority over a new contract that they had just gotten, it was a very big achievement for him. He was happy that his dad was finally trusting him again to handle his company after the last saga that almost wrecked the company.

He remembered how foolished he had been to fall for her trap.
With this newly-gained trust from his father, he was determined to make his father proud and make up for his past mistakes.


****

The following morning.

Ken got to work late, after last night's reconciliation with his wife, he had slept peacefully and he overslept.

He got to the company's car park and he was surprised to see his dads car there.

He didn't know what to expect as he raced up the stairs, ignoring greetings from staffs, his dad neither called nor said anything about visiting the office the last time he went to visit him.

He opened the door to his office which was originally his dad's office before he retired and handed over to him, he was shocked to see his dad sitting there calmly and Tessy was sitting opposite him with her head bowed.

''Goodmorning sir'' he greeted while dropping his briefcase.

''Morning my son, how are you doing'' his dad replied.
He frowned and sat down on the only available seat without replying his dad.

''Good morning sir'' Tessy greeted him.

''Morning, how was your night'' after what he did to her the previous day, the least he could do was reply her greetings.

''It was fine sir''

''Tessy please leave, you can go back to your office, you've been reinstated'' Ken's dad told the young girl who nodded happily.

''Thank you sir'' she said to Ken before running off to her office.

Father and son were now alone in the large office.

''I see how you have been handling the company'' his dad replied sarcastically.

''Dad, what have i done now, am making more than enough profit and the stocks haven't gone down'' he replied his dad bodly.

''Kennedy, so you now have the effontery to talk back at me right?''
''am sorry dad, but i was merely replying you''

''Did i ask you to reply'' fruitcakes his dad asked sternly.

''sorry'' he mumbled.

''so, Mr Kennedy why did you fire your secretary'' his dad asked raising up.

''am sorry sir, but it was done out of anger''

''Need i remind you that this company still belongs to me, i make the major decisions here, not you, i only pitied you and let you manage this company''

''sorry sir''

''Have a nice day'' his dad said and eyed him before muttering ''Like mother like son'' and Zoeyj walked away adjusting his long flowing buba as he left

Tears began to trickle down ken's eyes as he let his leg give way and he dropped to his knees.

''Is this man really my father'' he asked himself with his teeth clenched and tears in his eyes.



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KimberlyWest:
''Cont'd


Ken drove into his compound with just mission.

He was running in like he was being pursued by ghosts when he ran into his wife who was coming out of the sitting room, obviously to meet him.

''Am sorry'' they chorused.

They looked at each other before he drew his wife to himself and engulfed her in the most passionate hug.

''am so sorry Ken, I didn't mean for it to get this far, I never intended for us to keep malice'' she said as tears began to trickle down her face.

''Baby, am supposed to be apologizing, am so sorry''

she stepped back from him and he began to wipe her tears.

He knew he had truly hurt his wife, for she was the strong and courageous type who rarely cries.

They looked at each other passionately, both thinking about how it was before they had their first fight as husband and wife.

Before one could say Jack Robbinson, Ken brought down his lips on hers and she wrapped her hands around his neck, giving in and drawing him closer, the longing and the passion returned, he missed his wife, he missed her touch, his hands had already started working on the front buttons of her shirt, when she broke off and stepped away from him.

''what'' his voice and his face showed that he was far from being satisfied.

''Food first, I made your favourite, Vegetable soup and Semovita'' she said smiling.

''I will eat later''

''uh, uh, now! Go and take your bath big baby and let me set the table, everyother thing can come later''

''everything?'' he asked her looking sideways.

''Everything'' she replied seductively before walking away without another glance at him.

She was practically dancing inwardly, her husband was back to her. She was really glad that they had made up, she hated the way she saw him when he walked into the house, his shirt wasn't properly tucked in, his tie was hung around his neck, and his face looked distressed.

Ken got into the room whistling happily. He felt bad for ever douting if love existed, Love is not a facade, he felt it, he felt like he was runnin mad during the two days that his fight with his wife lasted, he felt like a part of him was cut off from his body.


****

Nate was in his study scratching his hair and hissing endlessly, earlier in the day, his dad had given him sole authority over a new contract that they had just gotten, it was a very big achievement for him. He was happy that his dad was finally trusting him again to handle his company after the last saga that almost wrecked the company.

He remembered how foolished he had been to fall for her trap.
With this newly-gained trust from his father, he was determined to make his father proud and make up for his past mistakes.


****

The following morning.

Ken got to work late, after last night's reconciliation with his wife, he had slept peacefully and he overslept.

He got to the company's car park and he was surprised to see his dads car there.

He didn't know what to expect as he raced up the stairs, ignoring greetings from staffs, his dad neither called nor said anything about visiting the office the last time he went to visit him.

He opened the door to his office which was originally his dad's office before he retired and handed over to him, he was shocked to see his dad sitting there calmly and Tessy was sitting opposite him with her head bowed.

''Goodmorning sir'' he greeted while dropping his briefcase.

''Morning my son, how are you doing'' his dad replied.
He frowned and sat down on the only available seat without replying his dad.

''Good morning sir'' Tessy greeted him.

''Morning, how was your night'' after what he did to her the previous day, the least he could do was reply her greetings.

''It was fine sir''

''Tessy please leave, you can go back to your office, you've been reinstated'' Ken's dad told the young girl who nodded happily.

''Thank you sir'' she said to Ken before running off to her office.

Father and son were now alone in the large office.

''I see how you have been handling the company'' his dad replied sarcastically.

''Dad, what have i done now, am making more than enough profit and the stocks haven't gone down'' he replied his dad bodly.

''Kennedy, so you now have the effontery to talk back at me right?''
''am sorry dad, but i was merely replying you''

''Did i ask you to reply'' fruitcakes his dad asked sternly.

''sorry'' he mumbled.

''so, Mr Kennedy why did you fire your secretary'' his dad asked raising up.

''am sorry sir, but it was done out of anger''

''Need i remind you that this company still belongs to me, i make the major decisions here, not you, i only pitied you and let you manage this company''

''sorry sir''

''Have a nice day'' his dad said and eyed him before muttering ''Like mother like son'' and walked away adjusting his long flowing buba as he left

Tears began to trickle down ken's eyes as he let his leg give way and he dropped to his knees.

''Is this man really my father'' he asked himself with his teeth clenched and tears in his eyes.



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