ANOTHER DEATH HE SAW.

ANOTHER DEATH HE SAW.

Finn jolted to his feet when the boss asked him to strip, "Ma'am..."

Claire cut him off, "Don't worry, your nudity won't be linked out for any reason."

'Oh, she's serious.' Finn said in his mind.

Finn wouldn't mind stripping for the boss, but with four other men in the room? He couldn't, or could he? Their eyes might shrink his dick.

"Don't keep me waiting," Claire said to him.

Finn had no choice but to loosen his trousers belt, and he was desperately straining his ears for the time Claire would tell him to stop. No, she didn't, rather, she looked keenly at him.

Finn shut his eyes and held the bound of his pants with that of his underwear and pulled it downwards, rendering his lower body part naked.

His 8-inch fat dick sprouted into view. It looked white and beautiful with the green veins on display around it, its cap was red and perfectly shaped and it was not like any of the ones Claire had ever seen.

"Wow! That's huge and beautiful. It looks healthy." She almost moaned and drooled.

"Turn around." She said to him with a grin.

He did.

Claire couldn't remain in her seat, she stood up and touched his small cupped butt.

"Ma'am," Finn called gently and took a step away.

"Your butt is just the way I imagined it, and it's soft to touch." She said to Finn, she had always liked people with a butt like Finn's and his was soft.

She returned to her seat and sat down. "Dress up."

Finn, with a flash, pulled back his underwear and his pants to his waistline, fixed his belt, and turned to Claire.

Claire's gaze was on Finn when she said to the doctors, "Do the necessary test on him, and I want the results out before tomorrow morning. You should know that I want no mistakes."

"Okay, Chairwoman." The doctors replied to her.

And to the guys with her, she said, "Get him my daily schedule. He will be my right-hand secretary."

"Okay, boss."

Claire stood up from the chair and went to her chair. She wheeled it around and faced the full-length window in her office, not paying attention to everything going on with Finn any longer.

After the test and the schedule was given to Finn, he was allowed to return home to rest, for his full work would begin the next day.

......

When Finn was returning home, he couldn't stop smiling. His lips had stretched so much to their widest stretch, but he felt like he was not smiling enough.

"She's cute." He said to himself for the umpteenth time since his walk.

Finn had subconsciously walked past the bus stop he was supposed to take a bus from, and when he realised, he was a long way from it.

'Damn me!' He gasped and adjusted his glasses with his index finger.

Finn's shabby house was not close to be trekked, so he had to stand by the roadside and look for a cab. He had no choice.

He saw a cab coming in the distance, so he began to wave it down, but the cab was occupied, and it didn't wait. However, another car waited before him— a fully tinted sleek black minivan with a covered plate number.

Finn stood frozen and watched the door of the minivan as it slid open.

Claire pulled her head out of the car, "Get in."

"Ma'am?"

Claire said nothing more, she returned to her position and relaxed. Finn entered the car, and it drove off.

"Tell my driver your direction, he couldn't know it if you don't."

Finn nodded and leaned over the driver's side to direct him. When he was leaning back, his eyes caught a gleam of the face of a guy beside the driver, and something struck his head.

"Ah!" He groaned and held his head.

Claire grabbed his shoulder, "What's wrong? Do you want to visit a hospital?"

'Hospital?' Finn thought, but his head was banging so much that he couldn't answer Claire's question. He couldn't hold it when things began to flash before his eyes. He fainted, and Claire caught him and pushed him back to his seat.

"Drive to the hospital immediately!" Claire instructed her driver. Her urgency ran into the ears of the driver, and he manoeuvred the car, changing its path.

Claire placed her index finger and her middle finger on Finn's neck to feel his breath, and it seemed to be dropping.

"Step on the gas."

"Okay, ma'am."

A stretcher was waiting to carry Finn when they got to the hospital, and he was taken in to be treated, while Claire waited inside a doctor's office. She did not often appear in public unless it was very necessary.

She sat with her legs crossed, her elbow on the armrest of the chair, her head resting lazily on her thumb and index finger.

The doctor returned to his office to Claire, "He is out of danger now, ma'am."

"What happened to him?"

"A headache. I'm waiting for the full test results, to know whether he has any tumour in his brain, and if he needs to be operated upon."

"Let me know when he wakes up."

"Okay, ma'am."

The doctor walked out of the office, and immediately, one of Claire's men ran into the office, sweating.

"Ma'am, an accident happened outside the hospital."

Claire said nothing to him.

"And one of our men was involved in it."

That got Claire's attention. She raised her gaze to him. "And?"

"He died on the spot. His brain busted out of his skull, and his hands were twisted. His legs..."

"Is that why you're this frightened? I don't want chickens by my side to guide me. Quit if you're scared of dying."

Claire stood up from her seat and walked out of the office. She met up with the doctor. "I was going to get you, ma'am. He woke up."

Claire nodded and followed the doctor to the ward where Finn was admitted.

They met Finn seated on his bed without moving. He had a faraway look on his face, and his fingers fiddled with each other.

"Hey," Claire called his attention, "Are you okay now?"

Finn turned to her and asked, "He's dead, isn't he?"

Claire's brow furrowed. "Who?"

"Your guard, the one sitting beside your driver."

"Oh, that? You must have heard the news from the nurses. Such news spread around like wildfire."

Finn shook his head, "No, ma'am, no one told me about it, I saw it."

"What?" Claire almost laughed.

"I saw it, ma'am. I saw that he died, and that was why I fainted. I was about to remember where I've seen him, and to warn him about it."

"So, what you're trying to tell me is that you saw that my guard would die?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Does that mean I will die tomorrow?"

"Ma'am..."

Claire burst into a laugh. "You should sleep more, you are not fully awake."

She turned and walked out of the ward, chuckling. "Very funny childish man. What is he? A seer?"

"Now, I'm scared."