Made - Episode 14

 

She did not raise her head when i walked in even though i was wearing stilettos. I walked towards her desk and rapped on it. Slightly raising one of my eyebrows i patiently waited for her eyes to meet mine. My initial thoughts were that she was just pulling my leg, maybe playing an ignoring prank on me. I waited for what seemed like a whole minute before she lifted her head.

"Hey!" She responded absent mindedly avoiding my gaze completely.

I squinted my eyes and cringed my neck inwardly. Attitude was painted all over her mannerism . I shifted my body and placed it in her line of focus then snapped my fingers at her face in a joking mood.

"Loose the attitude girl _ whats up?"

Still silence. Whatever was going on with her had nothing to do with me. The last i checked we were cool. I had not stayed in touch with her the two days i spent at my parents place. 

"Look..i have reports to catch up with, i really don't have time for this."

Her silence and behaviour in general was beginning to get under my skin. I started walking towards my office.

"Let's see how long you going to stay at those reports."

I paused on my tracks. What exactly did she mean by that?  Something was definately amiss. 

As i continued on my tracks i tried to sift through my thoughts to see if there was anything i did out of what i was expected to do on Friday

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. Nothing came to mind. It had been the same as all the other days. Work _ break_work_home. I opened my office door then sank into my office chair letting out a sigh. For no reason i could feel fear and dread starting to line my stomach. Why was i afraid? I had done nothing wrong.

I looked at the intray and it was empty.That was odd. It was a Monday and if anything it should be overflowing. I wanted to go and ask Mercy but after the cold shoulder treatment i was not warmed up for another conversation.  My weekend had been so good. This particular morning i woke up a sense of renewed strength to do my job to the best of my ability. The project was about to start in a week's time.

I was sitting holding my face when i heard  a hesitant knock on the door.

"Come on in."

A short lady walked in. She was wearing a red dress that hugged her body tightly but complimented her skin so well. Her hair was worn in a complicated hair do and she had red liptick on to match the dress 

"Miss Daniella, Philip is asking for you."

Philil asking for me?? That was a first one.. Philip always came to my office when he needed anything. I didn't get time to look at her shoes or know the messenger's name. The dread and fear that had started to pile up earlier was now breaking its banks making my stomach feel like a tsunami had been provoked. I rose to follow the lady. My choice of shoes did me a much greater deservice when i wanted to walk. I supported myself along the corridor walls as i headed for his office. The new lady also entered the room to much to my suprise. I had expected a private conversation. 

Philip paced around his office clenching his fist. Unlike mine Philip's office was much larger with windows overlooking the city. Along the walls were office drawers containing all the reports that had been documented in the company's history. His mahogany bench was large with an assorted display of executive pens and neat files piled on top of each other. There was also a plaque with his name on it.

                Philip Johns

                  Manager 

I stood there dreading every moment. He had not turned to face me. I was sure i did not want to face this Philip most especially because i did not know what had wounded him.

"How can you be so stupid?_ I   knew you did not like your job but this is another level of crazy." My heart was now lunching trying to anticipate what this was all about.

"How dare you Daniella!"

He swung around. I made a step back then two.  I was partly glad he had ebony skin because the colour of his face did not change but you could not miss the vein protruding on his forehead and his quivering low lip. I knew he was really mad at me for whatever reasons that i didn't know.

Hell has no fury like Philip scorned

"I don't know what you are talking about.." i managed to say in a stammer.

"You dont.."

He clicked only increasing the speed of my heartbeat.

"You don't know." He repeated mockingly. "Then what is this?" He swung his desktop around and on display was my timeline on facebook. My jaw dropped as i read the contents of the timeline. I could not believe my eyes. The post was on my timeline alright but i had not posted it.

"This must be a mistake." I offered a weak line of defense not believing how my all protesting voice had retreated into a feeble shell.

"Did i hear you say a mistake?"

He proceeded to open my instagram and twitter account which also contained a similar thing as the other post.

"It must be a set up."

It fell on deaf ears.  The Filipo i thought i discoverd in the last month was lost somewhere inside.

"You got my bosses breathing down my neck wondering what kind of nonsense is this."

"Philip i..."

He raised his hand to silence me.

"It's sir. _ and Daniella."

"Yes sir." Tears were now threatening to burst out of my eyes.

"You are fired. Mary is my new assistant now. You have thirty minutes to clear the office."

I looked at him and for a minute there i wanted to protest wildly. I wanted to tell him how wrong he was to fire me without investigating the matter more deeply. I wanted to tell him how i could sue him for this but words sort of dried in my throat. I looked at Mary standing at him with her hugging outfit. I wanted to rip hair off her head. I felt jelous and angry at this unfair situation. 

"Okay sir...it was nice working with you..Goodbye."

He looked at me wearing an all righteous attitude. Stop being kidish..you know what you did. You cant expect mercy from me ..was all i could read in his face.

As i packed my belongings on a box i could not help but let tears flow freely on my face. I did not know even a bit of what i was being accused of doing. A matter of fact is that i had barely used my phone the weekend i has been at my parents and i had not carried my laptop either. I rarely posted on my facebook account. I could not think of anyone who would want to go to this length  to hurt me. Wait! There was one possibility _ Kim. He had been so good with computers back in campus.

I picked up my belongings now tucked in a single box then gave the office that had been my proffesional home for two full years one last look. Letting out a sigh i proceeded out. I walked past Mercy's desk she was not there.

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. I was almost reaching the exit when.

"Psst !"

I turned and at one of the secluded places stood Mercy. It was a blindspot no camera faced this place. She was holding a finger against her lips. I knew too well not to head straight for her. I went back to her desk pretending to search for something on top of it.  I then headed back for my office still in pretense like i was searching for something. I came back again then headed straight for where she was calling her name on the process. I took the paper in her hand then headed out after folding it into my palm. Upon entering my car i opened it.

It's a set up. Just be cool. We will get the bottom of this.