HEAT 3


Hello everyone. Today is another Tuesday and I’m sure you have been waiting for this. Enjoy and Comment. Don’t forget to share as well. Do you want our posts served fresh? Please follow us by subscribing or click the twitter follo button here @tpcnaija . Ajike’s freshly made up face was smeared with sweat. The liquid had dripped from her face, forming brown paths all the way down staining her white Monday shirt.  She took one more look at her car and kicked the fender. Her phone rang, and it was Lolu. She ignored the call, swearing under her breath. She looked at the time again, and it was obvious she will be late for one of the most important meetings in her fledgling career. It was 11.45am, and a Senior Partner in the firm was taking a meeting with an international client at Westtown Hotel in Ikeja at 12.30pm. Her phone rang again, and this time it was Stephen. “Will you stop calling my line?” She screamed, clenching her fist. Isiaka stood under the almond tree opposite the car park, watching Miss Missy. Her code name made him laugh, especially at that moment when she looked so clueless staring at the car. He had earned his first fee already. Demobilizing the car was not a difficult thing at all. He could have been jacking cars in Lagos, but for the prayer warrior that told his mom to pray ceaselessly that her son did not turn a robber. He picked up his phone. “Where are you? She is outside already. …Yes..her car cannot move. I will cross the road now!” Everything was working as planned. He was to demobilize the car once she parked it in the morning. He had crawled under the Toyota Camry when no one was watching and unscrewed the ignition to the extent that it will not make contact when Miss Missy tried to switch on the engine. The second man, who was by the corner , according to him, was to show up to finish the next phase. Isiaka looked around to be sure no one noticed his shifty eyes. He saw the helpless look on Ajike’s face, and felt pity for her. He considered the balance of fifty thousand naira he had to collect as soon as the assignment was concluded, and crossed the road immediately. She carefully thought of options to save the impending dent on her career in Liman’s Accountants. Call Mr. Brown, to inform him she has an emergency. Bad story. In the corporate world, you must always have an emergency recovery plan, and Mr. Brown was the head of Business Continuity on the Board. Switch off my phone, and return to work two days after with a doctor’s report claiming she fell from exhaustion. That sounded plausible. She ran her finger through her hair and stamped her feet on the floor helplessly. Everything that could be wrong had gone wrong on that Monday morning.  She felt a tap on her shoulder, and leaped. “Madam, I have been calling you.” Ajike’s heart thumped as she turned around to look at the face of the hoarse voice behind her. The man’s face was calm, although she had never seen him before. “How may I help you?” Scared, Ajike glanced across the man’s shoulder to be sure she was not alone with him in the car park.  There were two men she recognized from their Uniform. They were Engineers who worked for one of the companies on the street. The woman that sold pepper rice was also in her corner. “I am a mobile mechanic. Is something wrong with your car?” Ajike took a second look at the man. He had four tribal marks that stretched from his ears, and narrowed at his mouth. “Just give me five minutes.” Isiaka hit the car. “This engine will come back to life.” Any help to assist her with the car was welcome. “Let me get my attendant quickly.” The man ran off before she could express herself. It was already 12.00pm. She decided her best option was to send a text to Mr. Brown. I have just been hit on the third Mainland Bridge .I cannot make the meeting. Need to get to a doctor ASAP. She pushed the send button, and remembered her Pastor’s words when she got her job ten months back. There are a lot of lies in the Corporate World. Employees tell lies to keep their jobs. Hold on to your integrity. Stand out! Be different. She had lost faith in her integrity since she cheated on Stephen. And now, Lolu was a bastard. She cursed him underneath her breath because if not for him, she would have made it to the car park early enough to discover the fault with the car. Franca sat pensively inside the Toyota Tundra staring at the monitor that had just been installed. She had spent close to half a million naira on her mission, and she was determined to spend more if the need arose. She watched Abami pacing up and down the compound controlling his boys on the other side. In a moment of anger she dialed her husband. “I sincerely hope you plan to come home tonight.” Her voice was stone cold. There was no response. “Answer me Lolu, because that girlfriend that keeps your arse outside is dead meat already.” She wanted to taunt her husband. He wou

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