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Umahi's vowed recalcitrant stance is an affirmation of executive recklessness.

This is what happens when personal interest supercedes general interest.

He should not have defected in the first place. He lacked foresight.

Life is full of intrigues. Did anyone predict that price of crude oil will be this high this year?

“But you never said anything like that before. All the stuff about crawling under the dining table while your dad was there, that shit was real?”

“that shit was real.” Christy shrugged. She reclined back on her elbows and raised her knees, spreading them out to the sides. Biting her lip and giving me an intense, sultry gaze, she slid her right hand beneath her waistband, murmuring, “So many times I’ve been in this position, rubbing myself while dreaming about you crawling between my legs and eating me out to incredible orgasms.”

My eyes got big. was she actually masturbating herself right here and now? I blinked a few times and muttered lamely, “Uh ... Do ALL the girls have had these kinds of fantasies about me?”

“Well, you, Keanu, and Brat Pitt.”

I thought about that. “Fair enough.”

“You gonna say you haven’t had the exact same kinds of fantasies about all of us?”

I was about to nod, but caught myself and winced. “Well...”

Christy noticed and frowned. “I know. Everyone but me, right?” Shaking her head as she pulled her hand out of her shorts, she turned and slipped off the bed.

“You’re gorgeous, B,” I said apologetically. “I just--”

“I know, I know. I’m like a sister to you.” She stretched out the word as if it was a curse.

“You’re my dearest. and that’s a good thing!”

“Is it?”

“C’mon. You can’t say I’m not like a brother to you.”

“You’re like a sexy STEP-brother to me.” Shaking her head again, Christy paced away toward the door, but she only took a few steps before turning back to face me. “Look, I know you try not to objectify me. I get where your heart comes from. But I don’t have the same problem fantasizing about you. I know we’re not related, and I know you’d treat me right if we ever did cross that line.”

“But we can’t cross that line, even if we wanted to. We have The Rule for a reason, one that has nothing to do with our brother-sister relationship. We could never do that to the rest of the Pretty-Young-Things.”

“I know, I know. I just...” Shaking her head, she gave me a helpless look. “You’re hot and sexy and I can’t help but fantasize. A girl can dream. Just like I’m sure you dream about sticking your dick between Sam’s big tits and blowing a load all over her face. that would be crossing a line, but you still think about it, don’t you?”

I breathed in deeply. “Well I certainly am now. But fantasizing about Uchechi is one thing. We’re friends and all, but if something happened and things got awkward and our friendship got ruined ...

I’d get over it. But I wouldn’t get over you. You’re my dearest. My feelings for you are just so much stronger and more important to me than my feelings for Sam. YOU’RE so much more important to me than Sam.”




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“Well, our average drive to ‘regular’ customers runs about 1200-twenty00 a night. However, that does not include the ‘clients’ who pay lots more for our personal touches.” Favor explained,

“Favor, I feel like I still owe you. We didn’t get to finish what we started in that back office. I would like to at least pay my debt.” I offered.

“Really? You think that you ‘owe’ me? No Hun, you don’t owe me. But, if you would like to finish what we started, then I’m in. However, you really got to stop thinking you owe people or feel like you need to be, submissive to Madam Faith. This place will tear you up if you don’t toughen up a bit. Remember what I’m sure Madam Faith has already said to you…….(mocking Madam Faith in an only-God-knows accent) {Emman, this is not making love. This is sex.}” Favor explained to me in a matter of fact tone.

She went on to tell me that when we log out for our lunch break, she knows a few nice hotels that will give us a room for up to three hours at no charge for us to get some shut-eye during a long shift. Of course, I found out that if you ‘service’ a manager or night manager every now and then will help things along too.



About four hours into our shift, Favor asked if we should take our lunch break.

“Um, sure, why not? I’m a bit hungry.” I said

“So, you don’t……” her voice trailed off.

“Oh, my goodness, I thought you were asking a real question about food. Of course, I want to finish what we started. Damn, I’m so stupid sometimes!” I said hoping she understood.

“GREAT!” she answered smiling now.

We drove about three blocks away to a very nice upscale resort known as the Goldmine Hotel and Suites. Built more than a decade ago but, updated into a top end resort hotel about 3 years ago.

“Hello Favor. Welcome to the Goldmine Hotel and Suites. Are you here for the night or just a short nap?” The customer care asked.

“Just a nap Henry. We’ve been working since noon and won’t get off shift until about 4am. We are already bushed. Oh, by the way, this is Emman. He’s new and tonight is his first night.” Favor explained.

“Emman, sir, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Henry, I run the customer care service here at the Goldmine Hotel and Suites. If you’re first night is with Favor, then you are riding with the best!” Henry said, in a bit of a flirtatious tone directed at Favor.

“Henry, please don’t call me sir. Emman is fine.” I corrected him.

“Yes, sir. I’ll call you Emman, but please excuse me if I slip and call you sir. It is a habit from my training.” The customer care officer said.

Favor popped the trunk and grabbed both of our back packs. She tossed mine to me and we went inside. Favor went straight to the front desk and a stunningly beautiful lady stood behind the check-in counter named Rachael.

There was some small talk between Favor and Rachael.

Rachael handed over a plastic key and offered to have a bellman carry our bags to the room for us. She declined saying we only needed a couple of hours of sleep before getting back in the escort to finish our shift.

Rachael came from around the counter and walked right over to me and introduced herself.

“Hello, welcome to the Goldmine Hotel and Suites. You must be Favor’s associate. I’m Rachael. Favor and I go way back to the days of being the university.” She explained.

She then gave me a quick smooch on the cheek and went back behind the counter.

“Come on, this way. She put us one floor below the Penthouse floor. Real nice suites. They’re barely used.” She explained as we waited for the staircase.

As we rode the staircase up, Favor explained that I should keep close tabs on Rachael. She’s hardworking, dependable, keeps her mouth shut, and most of all….is fun in bed.

Yes, she shocked me.



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The Minister disconnected the line. I whistled to myself.

'Wow!'

I stood up from my seat. Things were moving faster than I had envisaged. I would have to go to Mr. I.D 's office to intimate the boss of the latest development. I picked up my phone and moved towards the glass door of the cubicle office. Before I got to it, Uche, the assistant editor who worked with me came inside.

Uche was all smiles. 'Congratulations, Tife.'

I was surprised.

'Yes, Mr. I.D called me to my office some minutes ago. He told me you'll soon be on your way to Abuja for a political appointment. You're to handover to me. Aren't you lucky?'

'So, you know already?'

How news travelled fast! The surprise was still on my face.

'Yes, I know.'

Uche shook my hand. 'Congratulations, brother. I'm happy for you.'

'Thank you.' I felt elated. Who would not?

Things appeared to move very fast the rest of that day. After I was through with the handover, I went to I.D 's office to thank the man for all I had done. His secretary said he had gone out for an engagement. I then called his number.

'Good day, sir. I want to thank you, sir, for everything. I've already handed over to Uche. I want to go home now and prepare myself for the trip to Abuja. I really thank you, sir.'

I.D laughed over the line. 'Don't mention. You just don't forget our deal.'

'I'll never forget, sir. Thank you, sir.'

Next, I called my wife. 'Darling, I've got a call from the Minister I told you about. He says I'm to resume in Abuja tomorrow morning.' I felt I should demonstrate my surprise at the urgency. 'Can you imagine that? The Minister wants me to resume work tomorrow morning by nine. That means I'll have to take an evening flight to Abuja today.'

'Congratulations, darling.' Fransisca said, trying to sound excited. 'Where are you now?'

'I'm on my way home. I'll need to pack some things.'

'Of course. I'll take permission to close early so that we'll see before you depart,' she said.

'Yeah, that will be alright. See you then.'


***

The last flight of Freshline airline would leave Lagos for Abuja by six p.m. Freshline was a reliable local airline that I preferred to travel with. I decided to leave home by half past four o' clock. Fransisca wanted to drive me to the airport, but I insisted on taking a cab.

I had told my wife that barring any change, I would be coming home every weekend to be with my family. Of course, I would always call her on the phone unfailingly.

'Be careful over there,' Fransisca said as she tried to curtail her anxiety. She never liked politics or anything political and had never hidden her disdain. Before now, she hardly engaged in political discussions with me, despite the fact that I was a political journalist. Now that my appointment was 'purely political', as she put it, she had a lot of reservations.


I smiled to dispel her fear. 'You don't worry my dear. I'm not a politician and neither am I going to join politics. I'm only going there to be an assistant to the Minister.'

'All the same, be careful.'


I kissed her good bye and left the house. She only drove me to the main road where I would get a cab. The cab I got was a new one, one of those distributed by the Lagos government in partnership with private operators.

During the drive to the airport, the driver talked a lot. He praised the efforts of the state government in trying to make things better for the people, but slammed the central government for its lackadaisical attitude towards development affairs. I listened to
him without saying much. To the driver, my taciturnity might mean I was apolitical.

Thankfully, there was no serious traffic hold-up. Lagos had one of the worst traffic in the world, but today was different. I got to the local wing of the airport several minutes before my flight. I went to Freshline airline office to buy my one-way ticket to Abuja. I then went to the Departure lounge and awaited when the announcement of my flight would be made.




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We shook hands.

'I can see you were punctual,' he said and nodded. 'That's good. I hope you'll continue to take every other thing with equal zeal.'

He paused to regard me. 'Now, let's not waste time. Please, this way.'

I followed him upstairs. We went to the last room down the corridor. I.D brought out a key and gingerly opened the door. He stepped in and gestured that I should do the same. As soon as I entered the place, he bolted the door.

What I saw amazed me. The wall was painted red. Even the carpet on the floor was red. There were certain fetish objects hanging from the ceiling. There was something dreadful about the place.

It reminded me of some shrines in the homemade movies I had watched.

But this was certainly not a scene of a movie. It was s scene of stark reality. Involuntarily, I shuddered. The eerie atmosphere was unnerving.

So, the highly intelligent and intellectual man could engage in something like this; something so fetish and out of place!

'Here we are.' I.D smiled as he watched the surprise on my face. I only nodded dumbly.

I.D removed an idol from a corner of the room and placed it on a red stool. He held the right side of the idol and instructed me to hold the left side.

Then, the oath commenced. I vowed allegiance to my benefactor, in joy or in pain. I swore never to betray the man. I added that if I ever went against my words or engage in treachery, woe upon we should befall me. I shuddered as I repeated these hellish words.

The next morning, I was in the office to do some work. Though I had been assured that I would get the new job, I decided I would still diligently carry on with my present job. I went through news reports and did some editing.

Then, I updated the on-line version. By few minutes to ten, reporters and news correspondents were filing in the latest news stories. My cell telephone rang and I picked it almost immediately.

'Hello?'

'Hello.' It was a mature female voice. 'Is that Mr. Tony Ayoola?'

'Yes, please.'

'Please, hold on for your caller.'

There were seconds of pause. I wondered who the caller was.

'Hello?' The guttural voice was unmistakably a man's own. 'Is that Tony?'

'Yes, sir. Who am I speaking with, please?'

'I'm Chief John Kunkushi, the Honorable Minister of Public Communications of Federal Republic of Nigeria.'

Even across the line, I could perceive arrogance, conceit, and imperiousness in him. he must be one of those who behaved as if they were gods.

'Good morning, sir,' I greeted.

'Yeah. My good friend, your oga, must have told you about me, is that not so?'

'Yes, sir. He has, sir.'

'Very good. When are you starting the work?'

'As soon as you want me to, sir. I can start any time you want me to start.'

'Very good.' There was a long pause.

'You're to start tomorrow morning. By nine in the morning, be in my office here in Abuja.'

'Yes ... yes, sir.'

The Minister disconnected the line. I whistled to myself.

'Wow!' I stood up from my seat. Things were moving faster than I had envisaged. I would have to go to Mr. I.D 's office to intimate the boss of the latest development.

I picked up my phone and moved towards the glass door of the cubicle office. Before I got to it, Uche, the assistant editor who worked with me came inside.

Uche was all smiles. 'Congratulations, Tony.'

I was surprised.

'Yes, Mr. I.D called me to my office some minutes ago. He told me you'll soon be on your way to Abuja for a political appointment. You're to handover to me. Aren't you lucky?'



Dangerous Love: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/dangerous-love/46639

I finished cleaning myself up and got dressed. It was now that the items in the back pack made sense. I reached into my back pack, pulled out a small bottle of cologne, spritzed some on and told Favor I was all ready to go.




CHAPTER SIX

Favor and I walked silently to the limousines parked on the last floor of the parking garage. I was amazed by the number, type, and color of limousines they owned. I counted many vehicles - Long ones, super stretch, town car, Humvee, stretch SUV, as well as an open back super stretch with a hot tub in the open spot.

Favor walked over to one of the town cars. She popped the trunk. We both put our back packs on the far edges of the trunk. Hers’ on the agent side. Mine on the passenger side. She unlocked the doors and we got in. She started the car but, before she was able to put it into gear I reached over and turned the key off.

“Favor, I’m sorry.” I said.

“For what? You did nothing wrong.” Favor replied.

“Well, I feel like I did. You are clearly upset, and I feel as if I was the cause of that.” Looking directly at her as I spoke.

“It is her! She knows how to push my buttons. She knows that I’m not going to quit. I’m a Marine dammit. Marine’s do not quit. We do not back down, and yet we’re prepared and willing to fight if need be.” Favor spoke clearly not annoyed, but angry.

“Well, I’m sorry anyways. I thought we were going along wonderfully before we got interrupted. Don’t you agree?” I said looking into her eyes still.

“Emman, after what I heard about your performance I was expecting the same thing with my pussy getting pounded. However, you read me correctly. I truly enjoy the soft, sensual, caressing, touching, and KISSING more so than the banging.

Don’t get me wrong, I like…no, I love being bleeped but I prefer the emotional side more than the physical side of sex. Let me also give you a nickel’s worth of advice: Watch yourself.

You have done something to Madam Faith that few, if any, have done before. You have given her multiple orgasms and have caused her to squirt. You, my friend, now have a target on your back. She is going to keep you under a microscope for a while. So, if the rumors are true about you and Helen, you need to keep it out of the office. Whatever is or is not going on with you two keep it completely professional at work. Got It?” Favor said in a plain tone.

She had given me a lot to think about now.

Favor restarted the car. Put on her ear piece to the mounted cell phone and dialed in that we were leaving the garage and will be available in about 5 minutes or so.

As we pulled out of the garage, Favor suggested we hit a Starbucks for a coffee. I agreed, even though I really don’t care for coffee. I figured that I’ll just get a bottle of water instead.

We sat in silence until we reached the coffee shop.

“Ok, this is going to be a very long night if you don’t start talking.” Favor advised.

“Well then, I’ll order 3 bottles of plain water, none of that fizzy stuff. Favor, how busy will we be tonight?” I asked.

“Hold on for a second,” Favor said at the same time the speaker asked for her order. She placed the drink order and told us to proceed to the window.

After we got our drinks, Favor answered my other question, “We should be dreadfully slow tonight. I would be surprised if we even make seven hundred naira in fares tonight.”

“Um, if that is bad, what then is a good or even a great night?” I asked out of curiosity.

“Well, our average drive to ‘regular’ customers runs about 1200-twenty00 a night. However, that does not include the ‘clients’ who pay lots more for our personal touches.” Favor explained,

“Favor, I feel like I still owe you. We didn’t get to finish what we started in that back office. I would like to at least pay my debt.” I offered.

“Really? You think that you ‘owe’ me? No Hun, you don’t owe me. But, if you would like to finish what we started, then I’m in. However, you really got to stop thinking you owe people."



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She pursed her lips and mused on that. “You’re right. We do.” Sitting up straight, the petite strawberry-blonde crossed her legs and leaned forward with a gleam in her eyes. and in a sensuously thick voice, she began, “Fine, I admit it. I am fantasizing about putting my mouth on you, and this isn’t the first time.

I fantasize about sucking your big, throbbing dick a lot, actually. Two weeks ago, we were eating dinner with my dad. I pictured myself crawling underneath the dining table and cramming every last inch of your beautiful cock between my lips and giving you the most incredible Mouth Gig until you filled me with gallons of sperm. But in MY dreams, I can do the deep-throat Helen couldn’t quite pull off. I’d be better for you than she was.”

“Okay, okay, you can stop now.” I averted my eyes and held up my hands defensively. “You’ve made your point.”

Breathing hard, Christy slid one hand beneath the hem of her sweater, which was tight enough for me to see the outline of her fingers inching upwards until she’d started cupping one of her own D-cup breasts, all while adding, “And yeah, I was imagining you going down on me. You have no idea how many nights I lay awake, fingering myself while imagining you and your long tongue are between my thighs.”

“Christy...” I warned.

“I’m so jealous of Helen, you know that? She actually got to feel you cumming down her throat while I can only fantasize.”

“Christy,” I said a little more strongly.

“Do you realize how many times I’ve wished you’d come lick ME to an orgasm?” Christy’s other hand slid into her crotch. “And then fucking Helen ... who you barely even know ... got what, six from you? Seven?”

“Christy. Stop it.” I barked quite loudly, grabbing one of her pillows and throwing it at her. “The teasing’s not fun anymore.”

She’d pulled her hand out of her sweater to block the pillow, and now sat up straight as well. In a challenging voice, she intoned, “Who’s teasing?”

“Hell,Christy You don’t need to make up crazy shit like that just to mess with me.”

She gave me a serious look. “I didn’t make up a thing.”

I blinked twice and frowned at her. “What?”

She repeated, more slowly this time so she could enunciate each word, “I didn’t make up a thing.”

I kept blinking and shook my head, not quite believing what she was telling me. “Seriously?”

“Is it really such a surprise? We ALL fantasize about you. Just like YOU fantasize about us, don’t you?”

“that’s different. I’m a guy.”

“And what, girls don’t fantasize? Please, I ring Baby Christy at least three times a week,” she scoffed.

“But you never said anything like that before. All the stuff about crawling under the dining table while your dad was there, that shit was real?”

“that shit was real.” Christy shrugged. She reclined back on her elbows and raised her knees, spreading them out to the sides.

Biting her lip and giving me an intense, sultry gaze, she slid her right hand beneath her waistband, murmuring, “So many times I’ve been in this position, rubbing myself while dreaming about you crawling between my legs and eating me out to incredible orgasms.”



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“Michael, this is me. I can tell when you’re hiding something.”

“Christy, seriously.”

“Alright, alright, I won’t push you. Yet.” She got a teasing smirk on her face that let me know she was going to worm the truth out of me eventually.

I breathed in deeply, trying to figure out how I was going to hide the truth. I knew the idea that I was saving myself for the Pretty-Young-Things would be a bomb that could fracture the whole group. The girls might feel obligated to have one of them put out for me, which could start a chain reaction of them squabbling about which one of them should get my cherry (Tonia, maybe? Hopefully?) and disrupt the balance of the group for the same reasons none of them was allowed to date me. and let’s say one of them started having sex with me, then maybe one or more of the others would want to because it would only be “fair”, and girls could get jealous about that sort of thing, right? and even if some of them started having sex with me, maybe some of them would never want to have sex with me, and the pressure of hanging out with a guy you know wants to have sex with YOU could strain my relationships with them and ruin the comfortable, “safe” bond that we’d formed over the years. and that didn’t even consider the peer pressure part the girls had already discussed about feeling obligated to “keep up”.

I’d explained all this to Helen and asked her to not tell Uchechi the exact reason I’d turned her down. Helen had offered to lie and claim she DID get my cherry, and I’d been sorely tempted to take her up on that offer. But the idea of going around pretending I’d lost my virginity - and then somehow answering the avalanche of questions I’d get from the Pretty-Young-Things about said de-virginization without losing my mind - did not appeal.

Fortunately, Christy was no longer scrutinizing me and didn’t notice my contemplative state. Shelooked pretty contemplative herself, reclining on one side across her bed propped up on one elbow and holding her cheek in her palm.

“So what was it like?” she asked quietly, without looking at me.

“What was what like?”

“Oral. What did it feel like to have her mouth on you?”

I grinned at the memory. “It felt incredible.”

“Better than masturbation?”

“WAY better.”

Christy shivered, and I noticed the way her nipples started poking through her sweater. I also noticed the way her free hand drifted down from her hip, rubbing her thigh as it moved closer to her crotch.

“You imagining Helen putting her mouth on me?” I asked quietly. “Maybe imagining you putting your mouth on me?”

“Michael!” she yelped and gave me a scandalized look.

“Imagining ME going down on YOU?”

“Michael.”

I arched an eyebrow. “Ah, I see. Imagining Helen going down on you.”

She sat up and threw a pillow at me while I laughed.

“Hey, fair’s fair. You girls are always teasing me.”

She pursed her lips and mused on that.

“You’re right. We do.” Sitting up straight, the petite strawberry-blonde crossed her legs and leaned forward with a gleam in her eyes. and in a sensuously thick voice, she began, “Fine, I admit it. I am fantasizing about putting my mouth on you, and this isn’t the first time. I fantasize about sucking your big, throbbing dick a lot, actually.



Sweeter Than Honey: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/sweeter_than_honey/43801

I stopped at the Lacosa stores to buy some drinks. I had not got the job yet, but I was already in the mood for celebrations. It was few minutes after eight when I got home. Our three-bedroom apartment was one of the four flats in the one-storey building. My two children were watching movies on the television while my wife was in the kitchen.

'Hello, children,' I greeted.

'Daddy, welcome,' they chorused. I patted them on the head, put the nylon containing what I just bought on the center table and went to the kitchen to meet my wife.

'Hi, darling.' I went over to her and gave her a peck.

She was pleasantly surprised to see me. 'You're early today.'

I smiled. 'Yes, it happens like that once in a while.' I sniffed the air. 'So, what're you cooking?'

'Our favorite.' By that, she meant fried rice, fried plantation and fried chicken. I had earlier taken rice but wouldn't mind taking it again.

I smiled easily. 'The aroma of this place is so tantalizing.' I stayed with her in the kitchen until she finished the cooking.

To Fransisca, my wife, I was a perfect husband any lady should pray for. She never had an inkling of any infidelity on my part and always saw me as a model husband.

It was when we were about to go to bed that I told her about the job offer I.D discussed with me. I told her I would accept the job and was only waiting for the message from the Minister.

However, I didn't mention the aspect of taking a personal oath of allegiance.

'That means there will be relocation to Abuja?' she asked.

'Definitely. Abuja is where all government ministries have their headquarters.'

Fransisca changed into a nightwear. 'So, what happens to us - the children and I?'

I had not thought about that. She worked in Lagos as a teacher in a highbrow secondary school. Would I have to move all my family members to Abuja? If I should do that, it would mean that she would lose the job and start job-hunting again. That would not be an easy thing to do as the economy had a bustling labor market.

I chuckled. 'I've not even thought of that at all.' I noticed that she did not really display enthusiasm about the new 'job'.

'Anyway, we'll see how things turn out to be.' I shrugged it off. I decided that whether my family would follow me or not, I would take the government 'job'.

The following morning which was a Sunday, I found my mind veering to the 'Abuja affair' even as I and members of my family prepared for church service. In the church, my mind was going off and on. I barely made much meaning from the preaching of the pastor.

When it was four o'clock, I told my wife I wanted to tidy up some work in the office.

'I might come back late. Don't you worry if I am late.'

Fransisca looked a bit anxiously. 'You're not starting the new work tomorrow, are you?'

I grinned. 'Of course, no. All the same, I really should start putting some things in order now. The new job may start sooner than I expect.'

I gave her a peck and left the house. I drove to the office and did some work until it was some minutes to nine when I left for I.D 's house.

I entered the man's luxurious sitting-room few minutes to ten. The house-maid asked me to wait for my host. Few minutes after, I.D Alfred came down to meet me.

'The honorable Special Assistant!' I.D teased as soon as he sighted me. He was full of smiles.

I found the statement funny. 'Good evening, sir.'

We shook hands.

'I can see you were punctual,' he said and nodded. 'That's good. I hope you'll continue to take every other thing with equal zeal.' He paused to regard me. 'Now, let's not waste time. Please, this way.'



Dangerous Love: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/dangerous-love/46639

I.D smiled knowingly. 'That's very smart of you.' He extended his hand for a handshake again. 'Congrats.'

'Thank you, sir.'

I.D nodded. 'You're welcome. There's one more thing. When will you be available for the swearing?'

I was surprised things were moving so fast.

'You mean the oath of office? As soon as possible, sir. Anytime. If I get the letter of employment from the Minister today, I will be ready to travel to Abuja immediately.'

I.D broke into a laughter. After few seconds, he became serious and looked sternly at me. 'I'm not talking about oath of office. I'm talking of oath of allegiance to me.' He touched his chest earnestly.

I stared briefly and blinked rapidly. 'Well, I didn't ...'

I.D butted in. 'There must be personal oath of allegiance to me. It's a precondition to the deal,' he said.

'I understand, sir.' I nodded in agreement. If the man would need an oath before he could trust me, that should not be a problem or a barrier. Was it not about solemnly declaring that I would keep my own side of the bargain?

I smiled. 'That will not be a problem sir. I will be ready for the oath anytime.'

'That's another smart thinking from you.' I.D moved his head approvingly. 'You know my house, don't you?'

'Yes, I do.'

'Let's meet there tomorrow by ten p.m.'
My brows went up. 'You mean ten, in the morning, sir?'

The boss shook his head. 'No, I mean ten in the night.'

He stood up. I stood up too.

'You must not fail to be there at the appointed time.' For the third time that evening, I.D extended his hand for a handshake. 'Once again, congrats, Tony. See you tomorrow.'

I was all smiles. 'Thank you, sir. God bless you.'


I was in a very delighted mood. After leaving I. D’s office, I went to my office cubicle to get some papers. I whistled to myself. If what I had been told jelled, then I would soon be saying farewell to the office and the present job in Lagos, at least for now. The prospects of the new task ahead thrilled me.

Many of my colleagues in the mass media jostled to get a better or a political job. Although working for NewsNet was very rewarding, compared with the working conditions of other print media outfits, I would not mind moving up the ladder to a much higher level.

In our country, the competition was really stiff and better opportunities came sparingly. Now that I had the opportunity - a case which could be once in a life time - I would not allow the opportunity to slip by, even if I.D wanted me to swear before a shrine!

I decided I would not tell any colleague or associate yet about the new job that awaited me. I soon left my office. As I drove home, my mind refused to stop ruminating over my conversation with I.D .

The new job meant I would relocate from Lagos to the Nigeria's capital city, Abuja. While Abuja was the administrative capital, Lagos remained the commercial nerve center of the nation.

I stopped at the Lacosa stores to buy some drinks. I had not got the job yet, but I was already in the mood for celebrations. It was few minutes after eight when I got home.

Our three-bedroom apartment was one of the four flats in the one-storey building. My two children were watching movies on the television while my wife was in the kitchen.





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