B•I•T•C•H_(Babe In Total Control of Herself) by Steven.C.Osaji Chistar Episode 21 When she started working at GNP, Jummy had an issue with Stephen. Stephen was interested in her and made multiple moves at her but Jummy shunned him each time until he got tired, or so she thought. At that time, they were both just regular employees and didn’t have much authorative positions like they now did. Stephen had started working at GNP before Jummy so it was only natural his promotion came first. Ever since his promotion, Stephen didn’t bother Jummy about anything and Jummy was glad he had forgotten about her. So she was surprised when she over heard Stephen and Mrs Ogbonaya arguing over her promotion, she just didn’t get why Stephen wanted her out of the company. But the major surprise came as she discovered Stephen sent her flowers. Wasn’t he the same person that wanted her out of the company? She wondered. It took Jummy several seconds before she could think of what to reply Stephen as she figured the flowers was from him and not John as she had expected. “Why did you send me flowers?” She asked sternly. “Hey! You are welcome,” Stephen replied sarcastically, ignoring her question. Jummy wasn’t please or moved by his sarcasm, “I asked you a question,” she repeated herself. “Do I need to have a reason before I send my personal Jumoke flowers?” Stephen asked, grinning widely, he seemed to be enjoying the conversation. “People only send send flowers to friends, and when last I checked, we were good friends” Jummy replied, staring sternly at Stephen. Stephen got the irony in Jummy’s message and he rose an eyebrow, “we are friends na, or aren’t we?” He asked. Jummy bursted out in laughter, “you and who are friends? As far as am concerned, you are an immature nobody.” She said in between laughters. “Why are you acting this way and saying all this cruel things?” Stephen asked with a somewhat pitiful look. “Have you forgotten I overheard you conversation with Mrs Ogbonaya?” Stephen lips curved into a smile, “don’t tell me you took that personal? It was all just acting and I did it for your own good.” Jummy became curious, “for my own good? What do you mean by that?” She asked. “I and Cynthia or Mrs Ogbonaya as you guys know her both had a little ‘something’ in the past but it just didn’t work as she had both planned so she became mad at me and vowed to hurt me somehow. Cynthia don’t play with her threats and I knew she knew you were the only one I cared about in this company, so obviously if she hurt you – which she can, she automatically hurts me. So what I did was make her think I don’t care about you so she won’t hurt you,” Stephen coughed and continued while Jummy listened with rapt attention, “I compiled a list of incompetent staffs that I want to be transferred or fired and I included your name. It worked as I had hoped, she transferred other staffs and promoted you thinking it would hurt me, but unknown to her, she just made me a lot more happy, so you see, I am truly your friend,” Stephen concluded and grinned at her. Jummy wasn’t impressed by the explanation. “You are still at fault for putting me at risk in the first place. And let me remind you that you are a married man,” Jummy said. “And if you don’t mind, I have some work to do so please kindly leave my office and if possible take your flowers with you, I don’t need them.” She concluded with a tone of finality. “Jummy, but I…” Stephen tried to say but was shunned by Jummy. Angry, he stood up from the chair and stormed out of her office. Jummy picked up the flowers and walked to the door side where the waste bin was, she took a deep breath and dumped it in the waste bin, she hated doing that but had to pass a message across. She went back to her seat, sat down and after transferring all the files she copied in the flash, she walked out of the office, as the new “Assistant branch Manger”, she was going to perform the part of her duty that required being a pain in the arse towards lower level employees. She smiled at this thought. * * * * * Richard was still trying to understand what was happening to him. Few minutes ago, he was having the time of his life but now he was stucked in a police van, surrounded by two macho police officers who claim to be from the Lagos State Investigation Agency. What does that even mean? Richard wondered, he didn’t know such a agency existed to start with and what do they want to do with him? The only crime he had ever been caught committing but an officer of the law was stealing meat from his mother pot and the ‘officer of the law’ was his own dad, ever since then, he was been very careful and made sure he left no stone unturned. The silence in the van was deafening and it had a sinister effect. Richard was uncomfortable. “Where are you people taking me?” He asked with a low tone, he somehow felt that if he spoke too loud one of the macho agents beside him might beat him up for shouting at him. “When we get to the station, all your questions would be answered to you satisfaction,” Agent Ambroose replied without even looking at Richard. “You can’t just barge into my hotel room, arrest me and take me to your station without at least giving me a reason first. I have the right to know!” Richard replied, gradually raising his voice. “We know it is your right to know the reasons, but we have our orders and it was simply… ‘Go and bring Richard Anderson to the station’,” Agent Emeka replied. “As you said earlier, its my right to know and I demand to know now or I’ll call my lawyer!” Richard yelled suddenly becoming confident. “Sir! I would say this just once, calm and nicely. With all due respect, KEEP QUITE! All your questions would be answered when we get to the station,” Agent Ambroose replied. Richard was about to say; “You can’t tell me …” When Agent Ambroose suddenly turned to face Richard for the first time. He wasn’t smiling. Richard got the message and kept quiet for the rest of the journey. They got to the station in about fifteen minutes time. It was a casual bungalow which had a symbol of the Nigerian Police: -an elephant and an eagle. The symbol was drawn on drawn on a sign board close to the main entrance. The van was parked at the front of the station and all its occupant walked out of it. Agent Ambroose had the hunch that Richard might try something silly so he held him tightly on the arm and walked into the station. Richard was taken straight to the commissioner office and once the door was opened, a man seated at on of the vacant seat opposite the commissioner turned and smiled. “Oh, Richard, am so glad you could make it, you welcome,” he said. The man was Barrister Boniface. * * * * * Zainab finally woke up by 12:53PM after sleeping for roughly 15 hours, her head ached, her legs were weak and she just felt like going back to bed and sleep more, but she knew her body a little too well, she knew if she slept more, she would wake up by 8PM in the evening and even though she had no serious plan for the day, she didn’t think it would be cool to sleep all day, so she reluctantly and sluggishly stood up from her bed. She went straight to the kitchen and filled a glass cup with a refrigerate pack of orange juice and literally gulped down the entire contents in one big gulp, the juice did wonders and she felt a great surge of energy boost, she felt like working out. Its been weeks since she did any sort of work out and she could feel she was getting fatter. She picked up a towel and walked straight in an empty room where Richard kept his treadmill. Zainab could still smell and picture Richard running on the treadmill shirt – less, sweating and his abs exposed for he viewing pleasure, she felt a tingle in-between her thighs, she missed Richard. She waved the thoughts out of her mind and went to work. She set the thread mill at average speed and started jogging on it when she heard her phone ring all the way from her room, she let it go to voicemail. But it rang again and again and again, she new it was either Jummy that was calling or it was something important. She switched of the treadmill and went to her room to pick the call. She picked it on the sixth ring. “Hello,” she said. “Hello, is the Zainab Anderson please?” The caller asked. “Yes, this is her.” “Okay, good. This is Agent Ambroose of L.S.I.A and your presence is needed at our station immediately.” Zainab was alarmed, “presence ke? For what now? Any problem?” “No, not at all. You lawyer, in person of Barrister Boniface requested I call you and he also said I should add its really important and you need to come right away.” “Okay, where is the station please,” Zainab asked, looking worried. “I’ll text you the complete direction from you house right away, thank you.” Agent Ambroose hung up. Zainab dropped the phone and went to shower, by the time she was done, the text had been sent, she called for a private cab which arrived fifteen minutes later and in a total fifty minutes from when the call was made, Zainab arrived at the station. She had no idea why Boniface needed to see her so urgently and why at the police station of all places. She walked in to the station and was directed to the commissioner office by sergeant Yemi who manned at the front desk. She knocked and walked into the office only to see a full room, filled with five men. She looked at them all clearly, she identified the one on suit to be Boniface. The fat one wearing the custom black and black police uniform was obviously the commissioner. She saw Richard at one end of the room looking at her with surprise written all over his face but what really caught her attention where the two men who looked like they had just survived a bomb blast. The both wore just boxers and had huge scars and injury all over their body. Zainab needed some explanations. She turned to Boniface and asked, “What the hell is going on her?” ************ Episode 22 Zainab got to the office of the commissioner as she was directed and knocked before walking into the office only to see a full room, filled with five men. She looked at them all clearly, she identified the one on suit to be Boniface. The fat one wearing the custom black and black police uniform to be the commissioner. She saw Richard at one end of the room looking at her with surprise but what really caught her attention where the two men who looked like they had just survived a bomb blast. The both wore just boxers and had huge scars and injury all over their body. Zainab needed some explanations. She turned to Boniface and asked, “What the hell is going on her?” Boniface smiled, “oh, it took you more than an hour to get here but its good you are here anyway.” “That’s not what I asked you,” Zainab retorted, “who are all these people?” she was really curious. Boniface sighed, “I wonder why you are always this up tight and can’t take a joke. Anyway, if you must know. That man over there is your Husband and the person who would soon go to prison for a long time” Boniface pointed at Richard, “at my front here, is the commissioner of police, in person of Mr Ajibade. And those two gentle men over are the men who stole your car.” Boniface concluded. Zainab was surprised, she hadn’t told Boniface about her missing car and here he was, showing her the people who stole it, “stolen car? But I didn’t tell you anything about that…” “No you didn’t, and we are going to talk about that later. But as for now, all you need to know is that your car is presently within this premises and in perfect condition,” Boniface paused and recalled the car has a slight scratch on the bonnet, “or at least its still exactly how you left it.” He added and smiled. Zainab wasn’t still satisfied and just couldn’t get why Boniface always loved sounding smart, “so these two men stole my car and that’s why they are here, noted. So what is Richard doing here, I thought we didn’t have enough reasons to get an arrest warrant,” Zainab replied purposely avoiding Richard stare. “Have enough reasons? What does that mean? You already have some reasons?… I’ve done nothing wrong and I can assure you that I’ll sue all of you once my lawyer gets here,” Richard said, he had already called Tony, his supposed lawyer. “Oh! That’s what you think,” Boniface replied Richard and then turned to face the two shirt-less men and asked, “gentlemen, can you kindly tell the whole room who hired you both services to steal Mrs Anderson’s car?” The men both looked at each other as if contemplating on wiether the should speak or not, then without said a word to each other the turned the Richard and said, “him,” in unison. Richard face went read and he clenched his fist, he had paid them a really insane fee to keep their mouth shut no matter what happened, “me? I have never seen these men in my life!” Richard denied. “Well, we would leave that for the judge to decide, it would be your word against mine, and mind you, I have a copy of all your bank transactions in the past one week and from what I saw, you transferred one million naira each, to two accounts that co-incedentially bears the name of this two men here, so maybe you should start working on your guilty plea, because that might reduce your sentence,” Boniface gave a contended smile. He loved when he does stuffs like this, he liked out smarting others just as Zainab had thought. “I don’t know what you are talking about,” was all Richard could say. As all this happened, Zainab had been staring at Richard with hate, she just couldn’t believed her ears, “Richard, did you ever love me at all?” She asked, already at the verge of crying, even with all that had happened, she still felt something for Richard. Richard couldn’t answer the question, “Zainab, I… I…” He stuttered. “I thought as much,” Zainab said and wiped her tears, she turned to Boniface and asked, “how long would it take before this bastard is thrown behind bars?” “Well, it depends on how fast the trial goes, I expect a very fast one since we have tonnes of proof to look him up for life. So maybe in a week or two,” Boniface replied. “Good, can I have my car keys now? I have somewhere I need to be now, and I can’t stand the presence of this arse hole!” Zainab literally yelled. “You can’t leave yet, you have to sign some papers first and we might need you for one thing or the other,” Boniface replied. “I trust that you can handle everything yourself, after all, you are the best lawyer there is. Now where are the papers I’m meant to sign?” Boniface smiled, at last, Zainab admitted he was smart. He brought out the papers and served it to Zainab who signed it. “So where are my car keys?” Zainab asked. “Pick it up from sergeant Yemi at the front desk, I supposed you have met him already?” The commissioner replied. “Yes, I think so, thanks,” Zainab walked towards the door and opened it, before she stepped out, “and one more thing, don’t contact me until the court date has been fixed, I want to be there when he is sentenced,” she added. Boniface nodded in response. Zainab glared at Richard for a bit and then finally walked out. She picked her keys from. Sergeant Yemi as instructed and went to her car. She smiled as she saw her car, neatly parked beside a couple of police vans, she entered the car and drove E.A house. She had missed E.A endless phone calls and BBM chat, it was time to make up, she needed her friend back. Ever since she was a kid, Jummy had been in a position of power only once and that was when she was appointed as the class captain of primary two in Kalac Nursery and Primary school. Back then, just as she is now, Jummy was outspoken and bold – two important criteria of a leader. So when her class teacher stood her at the front of the class one faithful monday and informed the whole class the Jummy was now the new class captain, it came as no surprise to her. Well, she was only class captain for just a term as the most brilliant boy in the class took the position from her the next term. Anyway, all of that was history as she she looked at the name tag on her table: “MISS OLUKOYA JUMOKE.” Below the name, “Assistant manager” was written in italics. She couldn’t wait to have a little fun with her newly found authority so she stood up from her desk and headed out of the office, she intended on going to make some people regret she was now their boss. She smiled at this thought. She stood at her door post for a while, looking round the big hall filled with cubicles and customer care agents, she was looking for who to disturb. Her search was short as she spotted a female staff who instead of picking the call that was probably from a grieved customer, was busy filing her nails and at the same time gisting with another male staff who was sitting on her desk. “Perfect!” Jummy exclaimed in joy and then straightened her face almost immediately, she knew she can’t smile and go there if she wanted to be taken seriously. In less than twenty steps, she was an arms length close to the two staffs, she had a quick glance at their I’d cards, the female name was Rita and the male Richard. The male name reminded her of Zainab’s husband and she made a mental note to call Zainab later on to as for an update of her husband case. “Hi guys,” she said with a grin, a sinister grin, I might say. “Hey girl, what’s up,” Rita replied, still filing her nails. “I’m fine oh, I’m just wondering if you are being paid to flirt with the male staffs and file your nails..” Jummy replied, the grin was no more. Rita paused with the filing and slowly turned to look at Jummy, “I beg your pardon?” She said. “Oh! You don’t understand english? Or are you just deaf?” Jummy replied. “Wait oh! When last I checked, you are the one who left your desk and come here, aren’t you guilty too? See if you don’t have anything useful to do with your time, you can pick a broom and sweep the whole office.” Jummy bursted out in laughter, Mrs Ogbonaya hadn’t informed other staffs of Jummy’s promotion yet. “Do you know who I am?” Jummy asked. “Yes I do, you are the person that’s about to leave my presence,” Rita replied with a tint of sarcasm. “Rita, shut up first,” Richard cut in. “Please tell me you are not the new assistant manager, the rumour has been flowing all morning,” he added, referring to Jummy. Jummy smiled, “first of all, its not a rumour, and secondly, I am as a matter of fact.” Rita immediately dropped the file and stood up, “am so sorry ma, I didn’t know you were…” “Oh! So you are sorry now?” Jummy cut in. Richard stood up from the desk, “its just an innocent mistake na, you were once like us, just let this slide, I can assure you it won’t happen again.” The confidence and politeness in Richard tone made Jummy smile, “okay, its all right, you guys should return back to your work immediately before the main manager see you guys.” “Thanks,” Richard replied and walked away. Rita just smiled and picked the call that has been ringing all along, “hello, welcome to GNP customer services, how may I help you?” Jummy sighed and walked back to her office disappointed, she had hoped for more action. She got to her office only to see the least person she had expected to see. Why was she receiving strange guests today? First it was Stephen and now this one? She wondered. “Hello Jummy, how are you doing?” It was John. * * * * * The truth of the issue, even though Zainab would never had accepted it was, she liked E.A very much, but she didn’t fancy office dating so she kept on ignoring his moves. This time, she made up her mind that she needed a new man in her life that would help her forget Richard more quickly, and the only one she had on her mind was E.A. She concluded that she might eventually give him a trial if he forgives her this time. Zainab cruised into “Rasaki” street in Ajegunle at exactly 4:30PM. The street was tarred and fairly neat thanks to the new governor but like most normal Ajegunle street, it was noisy and filled with people: touts, pregnant girls, kids wearing only pant and pushing “okada” tyres. Zainab wondered why E.A still lived here, he had the money to move out and rent a comfortable apartment in FESTAC or any better place but he just wouldn’t move. Zainab had thought about suggesting it to him several times but she feared he might take it the wrong way and assume she was insulting him, so she kept quiet and rarely visited him. She parked at the front of NO 5: a wine coloured five story building with E.A two bedroom flat on the third floor. She had purposely not called E.A before coming because she expected him to ignore her call so she decided to surprise him, hoping he would be home. She stepped out of the car and looked around, she noticed the group of young “area boy” that were sitted at a corner close by were all looking at her without even blinking. She sighed, she knew she was beautiful and curvy and like when people stare at her but she didn’t like this particular stare, she just hoped that all the boys would do is just stare from a distance. She walked into the building, the gate was rickety and at the verge of falling down. The landlord had in the past been warned by his wife to change the gate before it injured someone, but he ignored her. Zainab walked to the stair way at the side of the building and without pausing for once, she climbed all the way to the third floor and stopped at E.A’s door, a door made of metal. She wasn’t expecting a door bell so she knocked directly. After knocking for a few minutes with no response, she finally assumed E.A wasn’t home, so she sighed and was about to go when she heard some noise from the door as if someone was trying to open it, she smiled and murmured a “thank God he’s home.” The door swung open and a lady who wore one of E.A’s shirt, she obviously had nothing under it as the contour of her nippl3 was obvious through the shirt. “Who are you looking for?” The lady asked with a suspicious tone. Zainab was surprised, she was already wondering if she was at the wrong flat. But that was E.A shirt, she had seen it on E.A a couple of times, but then again, there are probably over a million of that same type of shirt in the world. She was still debating on what she was going to do next when she heard a voice say, “babes! Who is at the door?” “I don’t know, think the person is either deaf or dumb!” The lady replied back. The person who spoke first walked to the door and looked outside at Zainab. “Zainab! What are you doing here?” It was E.A. * * * * * Jummy was shocked as she saw John sitting on her seat in her office, when did he pass her? And how did he even know where she worked to start with? She wondered. “John!” She exclaimed, she was overwhelmed by his presence. “Jummy!” John exclaimed in response in a mocking tone. “What are you doing here?” She asked. “I get that I’m supposed to book an appointment to see you but I didn’t know who to book the appointment with since you have no secretary or P.A,” John replied. He seemed to be enjoying the moment. Jummy sighed, “I don’t mean it that way, as in, how did you know where I work? How did you enter without me knowing? And on a more serious note, what are you doing here?” Jummy asked. “I would have thought you didn’t like as I’m here but you are smiling,” John replied grinning. Jummy didn’t even know she was smiling. “Oh! John! Am glad you are here, am just curious that’s all,” Jummy replied and sat on one of the visitor’s seat opposite her seat in which John was sitted. “Okay, well, let’s just say I know a few people and have a few friends almost everywhere,” John replied. “And I think this is weird, you are supposed to be sitting here and I.. There,” John added. “That doesn’t matter. What are you doing here anyway?” She asked. “Well, I know we are supposed to go for dinner tonight or maybe tomorrow night but I just couldn’t wait to see your face, so I came to take you out for lunch.” John replied. “Lunch? Its just 11PM and lunch is by 2PM,” Jummy replied. “Oh! You are the assistant manager now, am sure you can leave for an early lunch without anyone complaining,” John replied. “Err.. I don’t know if…” Jummy was about to say. “Oh! I’ll advice you to not to say no because If you say no, I’ll probably just have to drag you and I’m sure you wouldn’t want your staffs to see me dragging their boss out of the building,” John replied. Jummy smiled, she was already blushing, “you don’t give up easily, do you?” John shook his head and hummed a NO. “Okay, if you insist, I’ll go out with you but I can spare only one hour,” she replied. “I need only one hour,” John replied and picked up Jummy’s handbag for her. “You not going to carry that for me, are you?” Jummy asked grinning sheepishly. “I am, I wouldn’t want my lady to stress herself.” John replied and stood up. Jummy cheek turned tomato red. She hadn’t seen any guy that’s more romantic than John. John walked towards her and held her hand, “shall we?” He asked. “Of course, we shall,” Jummy replied and couldn’t believe her luck. She somehow felt they might be out for more than an hour. •••Sheyifunmi•••
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