Dmitry, was in his mansion, in his office, doing the usual. The room was dark, lit only by a single lamp on his desk. The walls were adorned with pictures of him with various world leaders and other members of the underworld. A grandfather clock ticked loudly in the corner, seemingly intent on driving him insane. His massive, oak desk was covered in paperwork, guns, and stacks of cash. Dmitry's temper was not at its best today, and every time he got a call from one of his men, he found it harder to contain his irritation. He sighed heavily and picked up the phone. "What is it now?" he growled.
"Boss," one of his men said, his voice confident. "We have the man who's been owing you money."
Dmitry sat up straight in his chair, instantly interested. "Who is it?" he asked, his tone dangerously low.
"It's Abeni's father," the man replied.
Dmitry leaned back in his chair, a cold smile spreading across his face. "Good. Bring him here."
He paused for a moment, savoring the taste of vengeance. Abeni's father had been avoiding him for far too long, thinking he could get away with not paying his debts. But now, it seemed, his luck had run out. Dmitry drummed his fingers on the desk, anticipation coursing through him.
The man on the phone cleared his throat. "Boss, we can bring him here now, or we could wait until tomorrow. It's up to you."
Dmitry considered the options. There was something to be said for making Abeni wait, for letting her stew in her own fear and uncertainty. But he was impatient today, and the thought of having her father here, under his thumb, was too much to resist. "Bring him here now," he yelled. "I want to ask him a series of questions."
He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest as he waited for his men to do his bidding. His mind drifted back to Abeni once more, her defiant stare and sharp tongue echoing in his ears. He couldn't help but wonder what she would say when she found out her father had been caught. Would she beg for his release? Or would she try to stand up to him again? Either way, he knew that he would enjoy seeing the fear in her eyes.
As his men brought Abeni's father into the room, Dmitry sat up straight in his chair, a predatory smile playing at the corners of his mouth. The old man cowered before him, trembling with fear. "Ah, Mr. Oni," Dmitry purred. "It's been such a long time." He leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers beneath his chin as he studied the man. "I trust you remember the debt you owe me?"
Abeni's father nodded, his eyes darting around the room as if searching for some means of escape. "I... I'm sorry, Mr. Kuznetsov. I've tried to pay you back, but I've had no luck. I've been struggling to find work since my business failed." His voice trembled with fear and desperation.
Dmitry raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "Struggling? Or making excuses?" he asked coldly. "I've given you enough time, Mr. Oni. It's time to pay what you owe me."
He leaned forward, his gaze piercing into the older man's eyes. "You have two options. You can either find the money yourself, or..." He trailed off, letting the implied threat hang in the air. "Or," he continued, "I can take your daughter instead."
Abeni's father's face paled, his mouth falling open in shock. "No, please!" he begged. "Anything but that. I'll find a way to pay you."
Dmitry smiled cruelly. "I'm glad to hear that. As for your daughter," he gestured to a chair across from him, "why don't you have a seat? We have some things to discuss."
Abeni's father hesitantly took a seat, as one of the men, handed him a picture. It was a photo of Abeni.
"Is this her?" the man asked.
Dmitry nodded, watching the old man's reaction intently. Abeni's father's face twisted with anger and despair as he looked at the picture. "Yes, that's her," he said through gritted teeth. "She's all I have left, my other daughter is sick"
Dmitry leaned back in his chair, a predatory smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "I'm sorry to hear that," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "But you see, your situation doesn't change the fact that you still owe me money. And I'm not one to be put off for long." He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in. "Now, I'm going on a trip and when I return I’m going to give you a week to come up with the full amount. If you don't, I'm afraid I'll have to take your daughter's freedom away from her. Do you understand?"
Abeni's father nodded numbly, tears welling up in his eyes. "I understand," he whispered.
Dmitry looked at one of his men and asked "How much does he owe me?"
The man replied "He owes you about one hundred thousand dollars."
Dmitry nodded and then turned his attention back to Abeni's father. "I'm sure you understand the seriousness of the situation," he said, his voice cold and unyielding. "I expect you to find that money within the week. You can use any means necessary, but I must have my payment."
As the old man left the room, tears streaming down his face, Dmitry couldn't help but feel a twinge of satisfaction. He leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers once more.
Then he picked up the phone and dialed a number from memory. "Hello, is this the address?" he asked when a woman answered. "Yes, I'd like to speak with Abeni. Tell her it's about the debt her father owes me." There was a long pause, and then the woman hung up the phone without saying a word.
He smiled coldly as he hung up the phone, the anticipation building inside him. He knew that Abeni would come running into his arms, just as her father had before her. It was in their nature, he supposed. They were all the same: desperate to pay their debts, no matter the cost. And in this world, there was always a cost.
Abeni stared in disbelief at the message lighting up her phone: "Congratulations Abeni Oni, You have gotten the job!" A squeal escaped her lips before she could contain herself. She had done it! All her hard work had paid off. This job would change everything - no more struggling paycheck to paycheck. She could finally help her mom get better care for her sister Ada. Abeni's finger hovered over her best friend's contact. She couldn't wait to share the exciting news. But before she could make the call, her phone started ringing. It was her mother. "Ma-" Abeni began cheerfully before her mother cut her off. "Abeni, are you okay?" Her mother's voice was tight with fear. Confused, Abeni replied "Yes, I'm fine! What's wrong?" Her mother responded in Yoruba "Baba re ni..." {It's your father...} Abeni's heart sank. "What has he done this time?" she asked warily. "It's about his debts..." her mother began. "I got a call at the care home this afternoon..." "Who called? Are you okay?"
A few weeks had passed since Abeni started working, and she enjoyed working there. Abeni was at work, when an old, port-bellied man entered the shop."Hello, sir. How may I help you?" she asked, giving him her brightest smile. He nodded toward the back of the store. "I'd like a few of those tarts and some of those fancy muffins. And could you please deliver them to my table?"She glanced over her shoulder. The dining area was filled with customers enjoying their meals. "I'm sorry, sir, but that's not part of my job description. I can certainly ring you up, though."He winked at her. "Oh, don't worry about that. I'm sure we can work something out." There was a twinkle in his eye that made her feel a little uneasy.Trying to be a good staff member, Abeni glanced at the old man again. With a deep breath, she shrugged and nodded. "Alright, sir. I'll be happy to deliver your order to your table." She put the requested items on a tray, making sure to double-check that they were all there b
The car door was opened by one of his men, revealing the outside of the airport. Dmitry nodded curtly, his mind still consumed with thoughts of Abeni. He couldn’t help but wonder what she was doing at that moment.The questions swirled through his mind as he stepped out of the car and onto the tarmac.He turned to one of his men. “Keep an eye on her discreetly,” he instructed, his voice low and commanding.As his men disappeared into the crowd, Dmitry walked briskly towards his private jet. The thought of Abeni lingered in his mind, her delicate features, her smooth brown skin, her curves. He climbed aboard the plane, feeling a strange mixture of anticipation and longing.The flight attendant, a young and ambitious woman, approached him with a knowing smile.“Hello, Mr. Kuznetsov,” she purred. “Is there anything I can do for you?” Dmitry felt a flash of annoyance. He didn’t need her flirting now, not when all he could think about was Abeni.He glared at her. “Yeah,” he growled. “You c
Dmitry entered the dimly lit room, his eyes scanning the shadowy figures seated at the long table. A cool breeze brushed against his skin, carrying with it the unmistakable scent of expensive cigars and lavish perfumes. He took his seat at the head of the table, his posture exuding power and confidence. As he waited for the meeting to begin, he looked around, seeing the scared looks on the faces of the men he was about to make business deals with. Dmitry knew that he was feared, respected and even loved by his men. But he also knew that he was their leader, their boss, and that they would do anything for him. It was a delicate balance that he had to maintain. One by one, the men at the table introduced themselves and their companies, outlining their proposals and investment opportunities. Dmitry listened intently, his gaze steady and unwavering. He knew that each deal was important, not just for their individual companies, but for the overall strength of his orga
A few days later, Dmitry sat in his office, fingers tapping impatiently on the polished wooden desk. His phone rang, and he snatched it up without even glancing at the caller ID. "What is it?" he growled. His man, Victor, cleared his throat nervously. "Sir, we've checked every lead. Abeni's father seems to have vanished off the face of the earth. We're running out of options." Dmitry's expression darkened. "Fine. Keep looking. I want him found, understood!" He slammed the phone down, anger coursing through his veins. Abeni's father disappearing was both a blessing and a curse. On one hand, he owed Dmitry a lot of money. But on the other hand, he could finally pay Abeni a visit. Abeni was at the bakery working, as always, diligently and attentively. The smell of freshly baked bread and pastries filled the air, and the sound of the mixers and ovens hummed in the background. She was thinking about her payday, which was today, her very first salar
Day 1: Abeni's hands shook with rage as she selected her father's number. The phone only rang once before he picked up."Abeni...my--" he started weakly."Don't," she snapped. "You've ruined my life. How could you do this again?""Jọwọ ye mi," he pleaded in Yoruba. {Please understand me}Abeni gave a bitter laugh. "So you borrowed money claiming it was for a business? We both know that business failed over 10 years ago. You took that money and gambled it away, didn't you?"Her father was silent."I thought so," Abeni said, disgustTears filling her voice. "And now your mess has come to my doorstep. They threatened me, Baba!""I'm so sorry," he said desperately. "Let me explain..."But Abeni had heard enough empty apologies over the years. "Your sorry doesn't do anything to fix this," she said coldly. "Don't call me again until you've paid back every penny."Before he could respond, she ended the call and blocked his number. Tears of frustration spilled down her cheeks. She was exhaust
Day 3: Abeni was in her room, calculating the amount of money she had managed to save so far. Collectively, she had gotten 25 thousand from her friends. She had also sold most of her valuable belongings, generating an additional 3 thousand. Meaning, in total, so far, she had scraped together 28 thousand.It was currently Wednesday, and she had only 11 more days to scrape the rest of the money.Abeni decided she would go to the bank, to see if she could possibly borrow some of the remaining amount she owed. She would have to ask if she could start work later.The next day, Abeni went to the bank to borrow money. She was so excited. She walked into the bank and was directed to the loan officer's desk. The officer, Ms. Johnson, was a stern-looking woman with a head full of gray hair. Abeni sat down across from her and explained that she needed to borrow thirty-five thousand dollars for personal matters. Ms. Johnson took down her information and began to type on her computer
Day 4: The next day, Abeni woke up, still feeling the weight of her troubles. She forced herself to get ready for work, hoping that the routine would help her forget, even if only for a little while. The day passed by in a blur of customers, orders, and repetitive tasks. Abeni tried her best to focus on her work, to forget about her problems even for just a few hours. But she failed miserably.Abeni finished her shift and headed home, her mind still reeling from the day's events. As she walked, she absentmindedly checked her phone, only to be greeted by a notification from her bank. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw the amount: $2,000. She couldn't believe it. She had to be dreaming. She quickly opened her banking app and saw the deposit was real. Just then, her father called her."Abeni..." he started"Did you send me two thousand dollars?"There was a long silence on the other end of the line. "Yes, I did," he finally said. "I wanted to help you pay off my debts.