Philip Chism Today 2022 Novels & Stories

he compliments and I realise that I have not seen him since when I ended things with him almost a year ago. At his compliments, I look down on myself and giggle a little, "Thank you and you too. I need to go now, tell Zander I'll call him as soon as I reach Havana's place." He nod and I continue moving down the stairs, Philip my driver is already waiting for me and that is when I realise that I didn't even call him this morning even though today is Saturday and an off day for him, he's present. "Good morning, Mrs Paige, you didn't think I was going to miss your brother's big day did you?" He asks with a wide smile on his face.

He took his meal and went back to the ward. By the time he got to work in the afternoon, there was already an additional investigation report in the computer mailbox. It was the repairman in the morning. "Philip, born in 1988, from NYC, came to Fairfield ten years ago and just started to deliver food. Three years later, a small car accident caused a broken knee and he could not bear the force for a long time, so he switched to sewer dredging, mainly in some apps. He takes the order." The next page showed the people he had contacted recently.

Ashley clicked her tongue and then rolled it inside her mouth so she could feel at least something inside it. Just then Philip appeared from nowhere with a camera hung around his neck. Ashley felt relieved. "I thought you had probably gone lost." She teased him and Philip chuckled while shaking her head. "I have been living in the City for about two years." "Oh really?" "Yeah." Philip looked around, "So what's the situation? Were you able to cover anything?" "Well, I did with a little bit of evidence backing it all up. The cops prevented us from asking the concerned people a few questions and I am sure that is coming out tonight in the news."

I narrated everything that happened between Phil and me, right from the time he saved me from the bully, Till this night. "You mean Senior Philip, the final year student of Pharmaceutical Science?", Chris asked, his eyes almost popping out of his eyes. "Yes. Is anything the problem", I asked, taking a spoonful of the jollof rice he bought. "He is a cultist. One of the most dreaded cultists", Chris deadpanned as my spoon fell, my mouth opened. I could feel my head spinning.

I step into the cool night air, my shoulders heavy and my lungs burning for relief. The murmurs of the crowd fade behind me as I spot one of the most important donors near the edge of the garden, he has a cigarette dangling from his lips as his eyes scan the party for what I'm pretty sure is someone to go home with despite having a wife at home. Philips is a short fat man with a head that's half bold from what I assume is his infidelity. I like to believe that every time he cheats, he loses his hair and gains a kilo.