9

HOLY moly! Her mouth fell into an ‘o’ as she stared at the man before her, in utter dumbstruck.

"Ugh, you…" he opened his mouth to talk and her face recoiled, a stench smell emanated, Jasira got the info, he was drunk. 

"Please if you know Amelia, just tell her I don't love her okay? Tell her I can't force love", he said and began walking away.

"I don't have love to give her", he added, staggering as he went.

Huh? She turned to watch him leave, what the hell is he talking about? And who is he? Who is Amelia?

"Damn! He is so clean cute", she muttered under her breath still watching him staggered as he went.

Then as if she realized herself, she took up her right hand and hit her palm on her forehead.

"Stupid you, stop thinking about a man," she said and laughed, then went into the bistro.

As soon as she got in, a man walked up to her.

"Jasira, I will show you the way," he said.

Jasira turned to him and scrutinised him under her perky eyes.

"Who you?" She asked.

"I'm from Mr. Damon, the man you have come to see," he said.

"Oh! Okay then, lead the way", she said.

The man nodded and turned left, she followed. They walked straight down, passing by tables surrounded by people, drinking and eating, then they got to a separate table, in a far corner.

There was Mr. Damon, the almighty oil baron seated and smoking heavily. Two whores surrounded him, dancing, as he slapped and slapped at their butts, cupping their breasts in his left hand, while he used the other to smoke.

Jasira made a face. What was this? She walked up to him and realized the man who lead the way earlier, had already taken a stand close by, his arms behind him.

"Hello", she said waving her hand as she got to the table.

Damon looked up and removed the dark eye googles he was putting on. As soon as he saw who it was, he smiled, revealing a silver set of teeth.

Jasira simpered, using her eyes to communicate with him.

"Sit, sit", he motioned her to the seat opposite him.

She shoved back the seat, and sat down, keeping her bag on the table.

"You are always with this bag of yours, maybe you gonna get married to it soon", he said and simpered.

Jasira snorted, ignoring what he just said.

"Good evening, Mr. Damon", she greeted.

"Good evening beautiful Boss J", he replied and gave signs to the whores to leave, and they did.

"Straight down to business, got a pen?" She asked and unzipped her bag, taking out the files.

Damon smirked.

"Not so fast beautiful, you have come to see the almighty oil baron, what do you care for?" He asked.

She scoffed.

"I'm so okay Mr. Damon, I came for business. Just sign this, and I will take my leave", she said and shoved the papers towards him.

"No no no, I insist. What do you care for?" He insisted.

"And I insist as well", she said in a cold voice, looking straight into his eyes. That shook him.

He gave up.

"Well well, fine. Let me see what we have here", he drew the papers closer to him, looking into it.

He smirked and nodded as his eyes went through the lines.

"Hmph. So Faruk is now so scared to hand me these things himself, that he had to employ your service?" He laughed, "poor boy, I don't blame him", he said.

Jasira said nothing, she had nothing to say concerning that.

"Give me a pen", he said and she handed him one.

"Don't you think Jasira, that I can blow off your brains within seconds, if you don't do my bidding", he said licking his lips.

She slowly smiled.

"And what bidding is that?" She asked.

"This wasn't what Faruk and I agreed, he is breaching the contract", he said and dropped the pen.

She looked at the paper and back at him.

"You think so?" She asked.

"I know so. Damn! You are just someone he employed to cajole me sign this, you know nothing about this contract", he said and hit his right hand on the table.

"Oh, seriously? I never knew. But I know that the profit share agreed on this contract was seventy percent to him, and thirty to you, you both agreed. So what is the breach there?" She asked.

He scoffed, how come she knew? Damn it! That bastard had been feeding them.

"Why would it be so? Where does it happen that way? That a seventy percent share to party A, and a thirty to party B. Damn it! It is supposed to be fifty fifty", he said.

Jasira sighed, calming herself down.

"Mr. Damon", she called softly, "this isn't what I came here for. Just sign these papers and let me leave here, I'm overstaying", she said.

He laughed.

"Never, I'm never gonna sign this except the profit share is being changed", he said.

"Okay, how do you intend doing that? Time is going", she said.

He smiled.

"Don't worry, I have got my people down, they can do this right now if you want".

"Well I don't want. That is the pen there, sign this and let me leave", she said.

"Then you must be joking", he said and the next thing, brought out a revolver.

He pointed it towards her.

"I am sorry, but I think if you don't agree to this, then say hi to the devil in hell for me", he said.

She looked at him wideyed for some seconds, then she bursted into laughter. This shocked him.

"Forget it Damon, I already got you", she said and took out a small machine from her bag, it was blinking a red light and counting.

His eyes widened and he slowly lowered his hands. She looked at it smiling as she spoke.

"I already have this building under control, if you dare me, I click on this little button, and darling Mr. Damon, that gonna be your miserable end", she looked up at him, the fear in his eyes was visible.

"Don't bother about me, I'm no fool. I'm already protected", she smiled.

He panicked and immediately picked up the pen and begin signing the papers.

"Thank you", she said as soon as he was done and gathered the papers into the file. Then she put it in her bag, and got up.

"It was so nice doing business with you Damon, I hope to do more with you in future", she winked and walked away.

Damon watched her leave in fear, he was dumbfounded and lost for words.