Protected - Episode 9

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MAGIC.

I am pacing my room, what do I do? Father Lord, am finished.

I can see it, master justice will ask me to pack up and leave.

Where will I go? Oh Lord.

I look at the time, it's past 7 in the evening, he should be back now and he will be expecting his clothes .

Oh God, this is a typical example of my village old women pursuit me, again what do I do?.

Ok.

I have to get things in perspective.

I have to tell him, I have to apologise.

I glance at the pile of clothes again and I almost loose my wits.

I ironed them after trying to wash them by hand again, I rhino I mad it worse.

Sweet Lord.

Am so stupid, I mean who adds bleach to coloured?

Me apparently.

I grab the perfectly ironed clothes and match to hi room before I loose my mind.

I knock, no answer, I put my ear on the door and listen.

I can hear soft rock music, he is inside, but he can't hear me because if the music.

I send a silent prayer to God, please let there not be any woman in there with him.

My death will be definite then.

I open the door slowly, I don't see him, I open it more widely and I see him.

He walking out on the running thing.

I think it's called a treadmill.

I stand at the side for a while, i
 expect him to notice Me but he doesn't.

Seems I'm have to suffer for this.

I call out, he doesn't seem to hear.

I walk to the music player and press a button, the music goes up, oh no.

I press another button and it increases.

Bt this time he has stopped and is watching me like an irritating bug.

I smile at him nervously and countinue pressing buttons.

How many does this thing even have.

This is not helping my case, my village people o.

He walks to me and holds my wrist as I go to press another button, he switches the music off and turns to me.

He glances at pile of clothes I am holding and lifts his eye brow.

I yank on the wrist he is still holding and he let's go.

"Am sure you have an explanation for you being in my room without I calling you in".

I nod, he walks to the treadmill and gets his water, he takes a swig and cleans his face with a white towel.

"Am listening girl"

I kneel, I have no other option.

He turns and his trademark single eyebrow goes up.

"As much as I like my women in this position, you are not my woman, and I see no reason why you should be in that position."

I notice he doesn't tell me to stand up.

Bastard.

"I ruined your clothes, am so sorry"

His eyes hoes to the clothes and comes back to me.

"Do you know how much they cost?"

"I don't sir and I promise to pay".

"Oh you do? " He asks.

I nod.

"They are custom made, direct from the maker, one cost a hundred grand, and I reckon you ruined 8, do you have 800 grand lying around, girl?"

He says the girl likes it's a curse.

And hold on, what happened to people getting there clothes at bend down select.

If it wasn't that miss julliet gave me some clothes I had lanned to go buy some at a used clothes store.

I Definitely don't have 800 thousand lying around.

I tell him this.

"I thought so"

He peruses me for a while, he is standing over me, am still kneeling.

"Get up"

I wince, am sure he is going to hit me.

He walks to his desk and seats, he gestures to a chair and tells me to take my seat.

Am surprised.

I seat down and he speaks.

"Tell me about you"

Wow, this is a surprise.

"What do you want to know sir"

"How old are you?"

"Am 19, my birthday is December 21st".

He nods.

"That means you are almost 20 in four months time?"

I nod.

"My birthday is December 21 too"

I smile, wow.

He asks some series of question, some I want to do, my dreams, even if I have a boyfriend.

I blush when he asks that and I tell him no.

I tell him everything, as in everything, about kelechi, about my dreams of wanting to be a fashion designer, how I want to go back to school, when am done he nods.

I glance at the clock on his table and I see we've been talking for over 30 mins.

"I have friends coming over in an hour, I want you to prepare some appetizers, just fruits or something"

I nod.

"Make sure there is an abundance of whiskey and cognac and a little bit of wine ok?"

I nod.

"Crushed ice too."

I think I can do this.

I nod.

"You can leave now"

I stand up but hesitate, he raises an eyebrow.

"What do I do about the clothes sir?"

He waves an hand.

"Throw them away, use them as nightclothes, I don't care"

I nod, how rich is this guy that he can throw away 800 thousand worth of clothes?

I  pick up the clothes and exit.

I think I and master justice are officially friends.

Yay.

 

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I think everything is going well, I have served him and his friends thier drinks and appetizers.

It's past 10 and there are no signs of this coming to an end.

Am standing on standby incase he wants to something else.

Am so sleepy.

Maybe it was the sleep that made me make a mistake.

But what I got I totally did not deserve.

He calls me in to the dinning and I see he has about 5 friends over, I greet and turn to him.

"You called sir?"

"You peon"

Am taken aback, i know what that means.

"Is there anything in that head of yours? Is there anything you can do right?"

"Sir....."

"You moron, I told you to offer whiskey not whisky, what is wrong with you?"

I hear some of his friends swallow thier laughter and I feel tears rush to my eyes.

"I didn't.know...."

"You never do, do you? That's why you were almost killed....."

I gasp, the tears spilling out.

"Get out of my sight, I don't want to see you, fool."

I run upstairs, crying.

O God.

My chest.

I think its going to break.

I cry and cry and cry untill I finally fall asleep.

Tomorrow, Tomorrow.

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Read " Love Eternal " by the same author ( Bebe Ernest )

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