Diary of the Crazy Shaniqua Bello

Log Thirty One- SNEAKY GIRL

THIRTY-ONE
SNEAKY GIRL

Tuesday

7:35 am

Dear Diary

I was caught in the worst way and I'll share my story.

Am I fired? Chillax! It's not that deep—plus you supposed don know say me na sharp babe.

...

I was surprised to find Elvis's office left unsecured but I told myself that since the elevator led exactly to his office then there really wasn't a point in placing too much security in place. I knew the CCTV camera at the reception was active and I already knew what my excuse was going to be if caught or asked—I just didn't expect the kind of shock I got.

I tip-toed into his office—wait a minute! I did! Damnit! Now he's going to check the CCTV and have reasons to think that I really was snooping—or maybe he wouldn't. Maybe he'll let this pass considering what I saw.

Anyway, I tiptoed into his office and I was amazed once again at the impeccable interior design of the place. At a corner of the room was a long array of his perfectly captured baby photographs up to the goat head that he was presently.

It's as if his parents didn't have any other job than to have consistent photoshoots of him right from age one to age whatever-he-is now.

I was still admiring the pictures and laughing silently at some silly ones when a flicker of light caught my eyes and I immediately concluded that it was one of those secret doors in the guise of bookshelves like in those action movies—when it was actually the door to the bathroom.

Once again, I began to tiptoe—and now that I think of it, that was probably a stupid move on my part because he definitely keeps numerous cameras at every angle of the room.

The thing about tiptoeing is that all your focus is placed on the fear of you making the slightest noise that you're actually subconsciously deafened to the actual noise and maybe if I'd opened my ears slightly, I would have heard the sound of...

Anyway, I tiptoed to the flicker of light and peeked into the room and that was when I saw a...giving Elvis a....in the... I fell and screamed and watched as they both screamed and now that I'm thinking about it again, how did she scream with the size of...in her mouth?

Oh my God, he's coming, he's coming.

I'm probably getting fired—pray for me, Bebi.

The sneaky Shaniqua

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