AN UNKNOWN PROSTITUTE

10 The accountant

Chapter ten

Maniyay's pov

Our sisters were waiting for us on the outskirts of town, we loaded in the gears and Shiloh the courier returned back the rented car.

It was late and I took a shower then packed up the rest of my personal stuffs, loading my van with them. To think she find the time to march into my house late at nights and early mornings, when right now she was being over fucked and acts so sincere and jealous. She was really dangerous and I will have to be extremely careful, I parked my car in my neighbors garage after I had driven out my van. I looked both ways then drive off. The van would not be returning there.

I drove straight to the cabin where I messaged Jamella who was most likely asleep. I packed out my stuffs into the drawers. Then I cleaned out my van completely, first thing I was going to buy was a new whacker, I've left the other with my neighbor.

This van was bought in my correct name and I loved it, I was customizing it to drive to and from the laundromat. I wanted no one tracing me, Malique cannot stay at the laundromat everyday. I will be able to transport him to the daycare or to my sister and brother's house.

I went for Jamella and the baby the following evening, she was on her monthly issue and I didn't mind. We spent a great Sunday and after taking her and our baby to the laudromat early Monday morning. I left my van there and Mannon came for me and dropped me home.

I drove out my car from my neighbor's garage and went to work. "I was calling you all day yesterday baby, why didn't you answer?" Dunbar asked striding into my office with a file in her hand.

"Good morning, I didn't feel like answering. How did your business dinner went?" I asked.

"Boring I should have just stayed home with you baby." She replied. Her phone rang and I knew it was the bank. Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars was stashed in my son's saving pan. She went out of my office without saying anything and before noon Mannon called saying we got the properties sold. She will never be able to trace it back to us. We have been planning this since my mother fell into deep depression.

My share of the money was going into the account I have opened in my son's name. The properties were being sold through a back door deal with clean bank accounts. They would crush Dunbar should she try to trace them.

Mannon text me saying things recovered, it meant that he had checked and the money was in our joint business account. I felt a small pang in my heart to know my mother suffered so much. She did not even let my brother and sisters near her throughout her suffering. They only got to visit her in the last month before she died.

It was like she was a different person, speaking strongly and laughing at olden days, only to die peacefully in her sleep after. My head ache and my eyes brimmed with tears. My office door opened suddenly and Dunbar strode in.

"Good Lord, woman can you atleast knock?" I said angrily. "I'm trying to focus and you always just startle me out of my concentration."

"Edward I need to ask you something." She said her voice shaking.

"Ask already." I responded with my head down looking at the file.

"Did you pulled money from my bank card?" She asked and I took a deep breath and sighed.

"Do you need to see a psychiatrist?" I asked looking up at her.

"What kind of insult is that?" She asked.

"I'm the one who should be asking you that. Did I not give you your cards back?" I snarled at her.

"Yes but someone took money off of them Friday night." She said sheepishly.