How does the saying go again? An enemy of my enemy is also a friend. You could say the Oscars and the Tangs have an interesting history, but what's more interesting is how one simple mistake could lead to bigger consequences. Zinizi only wanted to p...
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This is Itrit
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Maybe it was the dream that I have been having that made me feel alone, but I missed my family. I missed having a shoulder to lean on when I felt mentally exhausted. There have been times when I just needed to vent or felt like crying until there were no tears left to cry. I wanted to show my family that I could be independent, but sometimes I just wanted to get on a plane and go home. This month has been one for the books, and I felt like throwing in the towel and giving up. Looking out of my office window; the city was full of life; busy roads, and thousands of people crossing the streets all at once. I wondered where they were going.
"Earth to Zinzi" I turned my chair around, and once I did Stacy's smile dropped. She looked concerned. "What's wrong? Why do you look so sad?" I couldn't speak my true thoughts. Not because I didn't trust her; even though she was my friend it wasn't the same as confiding in my family. "You know you can talk to me!"
"Sometimes I think coming here might have been a mistake; lately I have been having these dreams about your cousin hurting me. I know you have warned me to stay away from him, and I have. There have been times when my dreams feel like I am being warned! It scares me."
"What do you mean hurting you?" Stacy slowly sits down in the chair right in front of me.
"It's the same dream! He comes over to my house, he drugs my drink and ends up raping me. It scares me because he always has to find some reason to talk to me about our job every night at my villa."
"Listen my cousin is a lot of things, but he would never hurt a woman in that way. However, I don't think letting him spend the night at your place is the best idea. I know in the past you have said that you make him sleep on the couch, but Itirit is an opportunist. My uncle gave him the position he has now because he wanted Itirit to be more responsible, not because he actually earned it." Stacy stayed silent for a brief moment; letting her thoughts process. "I only came here to tell you good morning, I will see you at lunch"
" Stacy, please don't say anything to him. I don't want to cause unnecessary problems" I knew her well, and she was going to most likely start an argument, but this wasn't her battle to fight, it was mine.
"Fine, but if he starts to harass you-"
"Then you can kick his ass and I won't stop you" I chuckle lightly. As the conversation with Stacy settled, I found myself grappling with a mix of emotions. On one hand, I appreciated her concern and willingness to listen, but on the other, I felt a sense of unease deep within me. The dreams had become more than just figments of my imagination; they felt like ominous warnings, urging me to be cautious. Despite Stacy's reassurances about her cousin, I couldn't shake the feeling of dread that lingered after our conversation. The thought of confronting him directly seemed daunting, especially considering the delicate dynamics involved. But I knew I couldn't continue to ignore my instincts.Throughout the day, my mind kept returning to the unsettling scenario painted by my dreams. Each time I glanced out of my office window, the bustling city below seemed to echo the chaos within me. It was as if the world outside was moving forward while I remained trapped in a cycle of fear and uncertainty.
