Aaron Ezekiel returned a while later with David, and they walked into the boss’ office without sparing me an extra glance. The receptionist and the others came back, and I slid into my back office. I couldn’t pray Aaron would not come after me. He had, those eight years ago. I had resisted him then, and my only prayer now was the wisdom and ability to resist him again.
I drew in a deep breath and when I looked up, Aaron and David stood by the door of my cubicle. The office was too small to accommodate more than one person. David, a man in his mid-forties, had started off as a port scavenger, and had built his small-but-mighty business through a lot of hard and smart work. I enjoyed being an administrative person, supporting the technical team. Handling the paperwork, and other logistics for clients was David’s turf. I satisfied myself with ensuring regular inventory was done, company vehicles maintained, and contact information was up-to-date.
“Aaron said he knew you when you were in school,” David said.
I wasn’t near accepting that. Aaron met me only once. We had a deal, and everyone went their separate ways. I couldn’t deny it either. After all, he did know me, in the Bible interpretation of the word. I paled.
“I’m glad you work for my friend. I’m sure I’ll see more of you.” The look on Aaron’s face dared me to refuse. David winked.
“Definitely. This is where she hides if you need her.”
The two men left when I said nothing more. Aaron kept his gaze on me till he turned. I refused to be intimidated. What led me to the shameful act no longer existed.
“Mama don die,” I whispered. Click here to finish the story…
Sinmisola Ogúnyinka is a pastor’s wife, mother, writer and movie producer. She has a university degree in Economics, and is a Craftsman of Christian Writers’ Guild. She lives with her family in Pretoria, South Africa.
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