Once Upon A Prostitute

CHAPTER 28 - QUICKSAND

Mina

"Wetin you mean say you give them the email? Nut don lose for your head?" I am livid with rage as I bombard her with questions.

So Nengi had sent a message explaining me that after she informed Green Pastures that she was going with a better sponsorship from another NGO, they asked for the contact information, and she gave them the email.

"They just kept asking questions. They said it's for clarifications..."

"How is it their business if you get a thousand other offers? Since when do NGOs do background checks on other NGOs?" I query angrily. I expected her to be smarter than this.

"I don't know na." She says in a small voice. "Shay na just email. They thought I was lying."

I rub my temples and pinch my nose, feeling an impending headache. "Nengi, you don't owe them any explanation. You have the right to refuse their offer without giving a reason." I snap.

"I know, I'm sorry. I didn't think it was a big deal." She sounds like she is close to tears.

I take a deep breath and exhale. "Okay. What else did you tell them?"

"I told them about the NGO - the name, their offer, the stage we're at, and then I gave them the email. That's all."

Well, that is all the need to know it's fake. It takes a criminal to spot a criminal. They must have figured it out already. No real NGO gives out so many
freebies to nobodies. A weight of worry suddenly descends upon my shoulders. I try to remember if I covered my tracks well enough. I think I did. There is no way they can link it to me. They will just think it's another group trying to fish more girls. I doubt they're the only ones in the trafficking business.

"Okay," I say to Nengi feeling a little bit calmer. "So that's all you told them, right?"

"ughm...yes...I mean no. Well...I...I just r-remember..." she stutters.

"What Nengi?"

"I kind of told them you were the one who gave me the NGO contact." she blurts out in a rush.

Oh Nengi, just shoot me!

Have you ever felt like strangling someone before?

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I cannot focus on work. I keep checking my phone expecting to see a new email on my fake NGO account. I am dread it and hope desperately that they wouldn't contact. Even if they didn't know I am the one sending the emails, they will suspect that I am connected. Take the fact that I escaped from the ring, and now linking people to a different NGO. You don't have to be an FBI agent to figure it out. Damn Nengi. Like her mom, she could never really keep a secret. She was probably running off her mouth as usual and didn't know when she spilled the tea.

Of all the different scenarios that are running through my head, one keeps coming to the forefront. What if they think I escaped just to set up my own ring and am now trying to recruit? If they think that, they could hit back, hard. This could go wrong in so many ways.

"Mina, watch out." Violet's voice breaks me out from my thoughts. The coffee I was pouring into a mug has spilled over the brim.

"Oh gosh! My bad, I'm so sorry." I say and grab some paper napkins to soak up the liquid.

"You okay?" she asks.

"Yeah." I nod and give her a small smile, then go to serve the customer who had placed the order. She is a beautiful brunette and appears to be on a video call with her laptop. Who takes a conference call at a diner? She angled the laptop slightly away as I approach and smiles at me.