Entranced 18+

Forty

Azu dropped his hands and she slid away, probably going to sit down. He leaned against the wall for a while, trying to get his bearings. He was going to pass out soon, he knew that. Perhaps this was not the best time for this confrontation, but now that it has started, there was no way to postpone the inevitable.

He turned to see her wiping her tears and he felt relieved that the theatrics were over. Maybe he'd finally get the truth for once. He headed to the bar and poured himself a full glass of whiskey, he was going to need it.

Ijeoma was glaring at him as he took a seat. "You're not supposed to drink while on medication."

"As if you care." He grinned, taking a huge gulp if only to antagonize her. She gritted her teeth but said nothing else. "Well, you wanted to explain. I'm listening."

"Can we do this some other time, when you're feeling better and not drinking?"

"No. We're doing this now." Better to rip the bandaid off once and for all.

"Fine, what do you want to know?"

He arched his brow. "I think you're the one who wanted to know something. Why were you monitoring me? Who sent you? Or is this some sort of personal vendetta? Are you selling information about me?"

He couldn't think of a good enough reason for her to monitor him. He wasn't exactly a celebrity, his family name was well known but it was such a common surname that no one had ever pieced that he was the son of oil magnate George Ejiofor. He'd built his own legacy, not as big but still something he was proud of. Was it a rival law firm? Trying to find dirt on him to bring down his business? It's not as if that would work because there was not much about his life that he'd ever hidden.

The only secret he had was known by just three people; his mother, father and himself. No matter how much animosity was brewing in his family, he knew they'd never tell a soul what had happened all those years ago.

"I'm not selling information about you," she finally said but didn't meet his gaze. She was still lying.

"Did someone send you?" Azu asked again.

"Not at first." She reached out her hand to him, an expectant look on her face. What did she want now?

"What?" He took one more sip from his drink and set the almost empty glass aside.

"My phone."

He eyed her for a few seconds before handing her phone to her. After scrolling for a few seconds she handed the phone back to him. "What am I look at?" It was a picture of a light skinned woman, and there was something familiar about her.

"That's my sister, Amara."

"Okay?" That was why she looked familiar. The woman had the same stern eyes as Ijeoma. The two also had the same shape of face, but their complexion was the opposite of each other.

"You don't recognize her?" Ijeoma asked, her eyes shining with unshed tears. This must be the sister that had died, why was he supposed to know her?

"I don't. Is there any particular reason why I should?"

"Yes. Because seven years ago, she killed herself after meeting you."

He blinked, waiting for the punchline. This must be some sort of joke because what was she trying to claim? That he had killed her sister or was at least the cause of her death? "I'm very sure I've never met your sister before. However, seven years is a long time ago, jug my memory."

She inhaled and exhaled before snatching her phone back. Maybe she wanted to keep recording the conversation. "She used to work at the club that connected the both of us. Her stage name was Lilith."