Jamaica

Chapter 63

As Abisola parked her car outside the gate, she came down in a fury and dashed towards Jamaica's flat. In her anger she didn't care about anything, anymore. This time she was all out to face Jamaica one on one and had no intentions of stepping back.

"Agnes! Agnes open the door! Come out, o! Come out and tell me what I have really done to you for you to destroy my life!" She shouted. Just then Jamaica's former landlord came out when he heard her shouting.

"Hey, madam! Wetin dey worry you? Abi you don drink?" He had come out of an apartment opposite the one he had rented to Jamaica and walked angrily up to her.

"And who are you?" She replied, as she kept banging on the door again. This time though, tears had flooded her eyes.

"All these buildings you see here, belongs to me. Even the one you want to destroy, is also mine. Is there any reason why you want to break down the door?" Abisola sniffed and wiped her tears.

"The woman that occupies this flat, where is she?"
"You mean, Agnes?" Abisola looked surprised at the mention of her friend's name and nodded.

"And who are you?"
"Ah oga what type of a question is that?"
"Look, mind how you talk to me or else I will throw you out."

"So does it mean you can't tell me where she is?" She said, in between tears
"Look don't waste my time. Tell me who you are, or you better leave." Abisola looked up and down, wondering why the man was adamant to tell her where Jamaica was. She knew arguing with him would not get her what she wanted.

"My name is Abisola." She said, after much hesitation.

" Okay, so you even have a name?" Abisola rolled her eyes.

"Aha, oga I just told my name and I also told who I am looking for. Please tell me where the lady occupying this apartment is. Her name is Agnes and..."
"Did she tell you to come?" The landlord interrupted.
"Ah oga can't you tell me where she is? I need to see her. Please, it's urgent." She implored. The landlord looked at how desperate she was and said,

"Are you the journalist from NMC News?"
"Yes." The landlord sighed before he told her,

"Okay, wait for me." He left and within a few minutes came back with an envelope in his hands. "She asked me to give you this." Abisola stared at the envelope startled. She had just been given one in the morning and now this was the second one.

"Where is she?" She asked, as she took the envelope.

"She vacated this place a few days ago."
"And did she tell you where she was going?"
"No, and I don't even want to know." He went on to open the front door of Jamaica's flat. "If you don't believe me, come and see for yourself."

Abisola stepped into the empty flat, when the landlord opened the door, and looked around. It was completely empty. She sighed and slowly walked out and got into her car, sat down and closed her eyes thinking about her life and her career. Every effort that she had made to become successful in life and the career that she had painstakingly built, was rapidly being erased before her very eyes.

She couldn't find any other person to blame except Jamaica. With the envelope in her hand she started the car but got a call that made her turn off the engine. It was her boss.

"Abisola so you had the guts to defy my orders, abi?" Immediately her thoughts went to the first letter she had read about how her boss was spying on her. To her it somehow made sense and she now felt that there was an underlying plot to destroy her with the release of the news report.

She began to reason that if she went ahead and read the breaking news report, it would somehow expose her as being the one in possession of the dossier. Looking at the letter in her hand, she cut the call and went on to open the envelope . There was a check on her name for the sum of US$30,000. Seeing the amount shocked her. She went on to read the letter that was attached to it.