“Don’t tell me that, Ella! Who do you think you really are? Eh? Tell me, what is your problem?” Sonia’s voice echoed across the hallway, sharp and trembling with suppressed anger. Ella turned slowly, her heels clicking against the tiled floor. “Will you shut that dirty, gutter mouth of yours?” she fired back, her tone laced with venom. “I’m the boss here, Sonia. Try anything funny, and I will sack you. Nobody nobody will question me for it, you fool.” Without waiting for a response, Ella spun on her heels and stormed into her office. Sonia stood frozen for a second, her chest rising and falling as if she had swallowed her words too quickly. “What am I seeing? Ella… said this to me?” she muttered under her breath, clutching her files tighter before going back to her corner office. By mid-morning, Felix and Florence arrived at the company, shadowed by Mr. Obasi and two additional officers from the station. The presence of security had become a quiet norm in their lives four stati
Monday arrived with an unsettling calmness. The weekend’s storm of emotions had left Cecilia drained, but she welcomed the company of her best friend, Rebecca, who was perched on her bed with a bag of chin-chin between them. “I told you, Cecilia,” Rebecca said, her voice full of mock wisdom, “I can’t mislead you or push you into something bad. I knew from day one James was not the right person for you.” Cecilia sighed, chewing slowly on five chin-chin pieces. Her eyes wandered. “Babe, I believe you now. James broke me for real. If you see the way he was handling that girl…” Her lips twitched with a pained smile. “My brain can’t stop bringing back the picture.” Rebecca’s laughter was low and teasing. “I know if it wasn’t for the good girl in you, you would have just stayed, let him sex you right and make girl feel pain and regret it what she said.” Cecilia chuckled despite herself. “Yes oo, but I can’t do such.” They both laughed lightly, sharing the quiet relief of hard trut
The house was still that night, save for the hum of the fridge and the faint tick of the hallway clock. Alex stood near the back entrance, his phone in hand, but his attention caught by a soft whisper. “…just five minutes, no one will know…” He froze. The voice came from the side passage near the storage area. He waited, ears sharp, the silence stretching thin. Then it came a muffled moan. His brows drew together. What the hell is that? He moved, careful with his steps, following the sound down the narrow corridor. The air grew heavier with each step until he reached the half open door that led to the unused pantry corner. And then, he saw them. Sandra. Bent over, palms flat on the cold wall, her gown pushed up to her waist. The dim yellow light fell over her bare thighs as an officer, uniform pants halfway down, stood behind her, holding her hips tightly as he thrust into her from behind fast, hungry, urgent. Sandra’s breath hitched with every push. Her moans came rag
The Uber slowed to a halt in front of the estate gate. Cecilia’s hands were still trembling as she wiped the tears from her face. Her heart hadn’t stopped pounding since that moment since James’s betrayal, that cruel smirk, that other girl’s words still echoing in her head like a curse. She glanced around, hoping to see Alex waiting where he had dropped her off earlier. But the spot was empty. No sign of him. “Madam, no one dey here o. Should I drive you in?” the driver asked, turning slightly. “Yes… yes, just drive me home,” she muttered. The car rolled into the estate, quiet streets sliding past her window like a blur. Every corner looked the same, every house calm too calm, as if the whole world was pretending not to notice her breaking apart inside. When they reached the gate of the compound, the security men opened it after a quick check. She thanked the driver faintly and stepped out. The Uber pulled away, leaving her standing there, small and heavy in her white gown, heels
Saturday morning arrived with a deceptive calmness. The sun poured gently through the glass panes, casting warm lines across the marble floors. Breakfast was served toast, scrambled eggs, and fresh juice the usual weekend peace that had been absent for weeks. Since Wednesday, no shadowy movements, no strange murmurs, no lurking fears. The house finally felt… normal. But peace in that household had a way of turning into a trap. Cecilia had been restless all morning. She spent almost an hour dressing up, her mirror becoming her silent accomplice. The short white gown clung to her in all the right places, the black heels adding that extra height she knew James adored. Her long human hair wig nearly swept her waist, and the faint shimmer of her makeup caught the soft bedroom light. She adjusted her golden wristwatch, fastened her chain, tapped her bracelet, and checked herself one last time twice turning around to catch her reflection from behind. “Perfect,” she whispered, even blowing
Friday evening settled over the estate like a thick, deceptive blanket of peace. The air was cooler than the previous nights, and for the first time in weeks, Felix found himself sitting outside with a glass of wine, the wind teasing the leaves while the night lamps hummed quietly. Three days of calm had done wonders for his spirit no shadowy figures darting past windows, no murmurs of strange noises, no cryptic threats sliding under doors. The compound was still guarded by officers at every corner, their presence now almost blending into the rhythm of the household.Detective Obasi’s car rolled into the driveway, headlights cutting through the dimness. Felix stood to greet him, already wearing a smile that looked almost foreign on his face after so many tense weeks.“Detective Obasi,” Felix began, extending a hand, “I want to use this medium to thank you and your officers for your support. For the past three to four days now, we haven’t noticed any suspicious movement no shadows, no