6

THE room was quite cool that fateful evening as soft music played on from the stereo. Jasira stood in front of the mirror, using her hair pins to hold her hair. She knows when best to let it flow, and when best to hold it together.

Then, she applied a little face foundation, lip gloss and mascara on her face, lips and eyebrows respectively. That was the lot of her make-up, she hardly applies more than that.

Having done with that, she picked up her jacket from the bed and put it on, watching herself in the mirror as she did. She was always on jackets, black to be precised.

She turned her eyes to the dressing table and picked up something which looked like a chip, and clipped it on her singlet, before covering up properly with the jacket.

Then she flopped down on the bed and reached for her boots. She was tying up the lace when a knock came on her door.

"Come in", she said, but the knock persisted.

Huh? Her brows furrowed, is the intruder that deaf?

"Come in", she shouted this time, her voice a pitch higher.

The door opened and Venice came in. Oh! Jasira saw him and snorted. He was reported having an ear problem of recent.

The sounds of gunshots had given him partial deafness, so the ENT specialist consulted had said.

Venice closed the door behind him and walked further into the room, walking up to her. They were some files in his hands.

He got to her and dropped the files closer her on the bed, then folded his arms and watched her tie up her shoe laces.

Soon she was done and she sat up, glanced at the files and then at Venice.

"Seen it, you can leave", she said and got up, walking towards her closet.

Venice didn't move, he just stood there watching her. Gosh! This little girl had raised her hand on him the other time huh.

She finally reached her closet but noticed he was still standing there, and then she abruptly turned to him.

"I said I have seen it, you can now leave", she tilted her head towards the door.

He sighed, his lips wobbling, he didn't know what to say.

Jasira saw this and calmed down, then she folded her arms.

"I hope I didn't hurt you much from yesterday?" She asked.

He scoffed and subconsciously, touched the cheek she had slapped. She smiled wryly.

"How is your health? I mean the ears, I hope you are taking your medications?" She asked.

He nodded.

"Yeah, I am. Excuse me", he said and walked out of the room.

Jasira watched him leave and then burst into laughter, the moment he closed the door behind him.

"Fool! He must have been thinking I'm falling for him. Come on, that is fallacy", she said and took out a small box like a briefcase from the closet.

She carried it to the bed and kept it on it, then opened it. There were a lot of guns, pistols and revolvers, big and small, different kinds.

She took out one of the small revolvers and kept it on the bed. Then she closed back the box and took it back to the closet.

After keeping it, she walked back to the bed, and picked up the revolver. She studied it, making sure it was loaded, then she shoved it somewhere under her jacket and picked up the files Venice dropped.

She walked to the seat facing the mirror and sat, looking into the files. They were papers in the files, she was going for a mission and needed the papers.

She looked into her wristwatch and smirked, ten more minutes left. Then she studied the papers.

They were contract papers needed to be signed by Mr. Damian, an oil baron. Due to some circumstances, he was proving stubborn to sign them off because he wasn't in agreement with the shares to be gotten from the profit.

So, the other party in the contract, employed the services of Lord Lucario, who in turn gave her the job.

After checking out the papers, she got up and walked to her closet, then singled out her bag, which was a school bag. Carefully, she put the files inside it, then zipped it up.

She glanced at her wristwatch again and she strapped the bag to her back, time to leave.

Then she walked to her door, opened it, and sauntered out. She couldn't wait to get to Finland Bistro.

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🏩 Petersons’ Mansion 🏩

Jeremy busied himself with his laptop as he sat on the couch in his bedroom that fateful evening, working. A glass of wine on the small side table beside him.

Amelia sat on the bed metres away, eating fruits and glancing intermittently at Jeremy who sat, ignoring her presence. 

She has arrived the Petersons’ mansion a few minutes ago, in a bid to spend the night with Jeremy, her proposed faincé, but obviously, he seems not to have noticed her presence, not to talk of knowing her reason for coming.

"Hmmmm", Amelia exhaled deeply, trying to get Jeremy's attention. When he still didn't say anything to her, she frowned and began chewing noisily on an apple.

"Ugh… this is so sweet", she said and rolled her eyes, chewing noisily.

She turned to Jeremy.

"J darling, I think you should try some", she said and got up, walking up to him with the tray of fruits in her hands.

She got to the couch and handed him an apple, but he ignored her, fixing his eyes intently on the laptop.

"Here Jeremy", she said.

"Amelia you are distracting me, I'm busy please", he said, his eyes still fixed on his work.

She sighed. God! He couldn't even look up at her, at least to see the beautiful skimpy red dress she had worn to attract him that evening, her hair do nor her face, she had actually invited a make-up artiste to have her make-up for that evening done, all because of him. Gosh!

"So, you don't want an apple?" She asked, still trying to get his attention.

He didn't reply her, and she finally walked back with the fruit back to the bed, wearing an angry face.

She sat on the bed and continued eating noisily.

"Well, I really don't know what would be preventing you from at least talking nicely to your girlfriend, I don't know", she said and rolled her eyes.

Finally, he was done as he shut down his laptop. He heard what she said and scoffed, picking up his glass of wine from the table.

"Really?" He asked, relaxing into the couch and looked at her.

Oh jeez! What was all this? For the first time since she arrived his room, he had really never seen her face. What was all this? Gosh! The makeover was damn too heavy.

Amelia smiled, he just talked to her right.

"Yes Jeremy, you haven't even welcomed me well", she said, pouting.

His mouth fell wide open, as he stared at her, making her feel uncomfortable. She pulled up a curious face.