Careless Whispers

43

Third person's P.O.V

"Debowale, is my car ready?" I yelled, clutching my purse. The newscaster on the T.V was beaming as if she was in a dream as she spoke of him, My Paul, my master-piece, my godforsaken small demi-god who I will be trampling on in few weeks. What about people like me? Harrison was already forgetting people he cared for. What about Isabella? What about his father and oh my ever care free Nick? What about his mother? Niniola? He didn't think of his actions before announcing that wedding that won't hold, I will make sure if it. I was holding back, but he dare announce that rubbish. Engaged to Obi? When? I know that the slut wouldn't let him go since she already got to know how wealthy he was. Who would? So my plan A failed without me realizing it until it happened but I have my plan B standing gallantly. Time to fast forward everything and I would be at peace with those angry at me. I don't mind shedding few bloods anyway. Don't call me a heartless bitch. I just couldn't stand Harrison anymore and Musty was taking all the time in the universe to do what I would have done within a few hours. Yes, that would be destructive but it was annoying he was putting in too much precautions.

"Yes ma'am." Debowale entered. He was not just a driver to me, he was also my bodyguard.

I adjusted my black leather jacket while he picked up my suitcase. I didn't pack much. I could buy any other thing I want, so why pack many? Looking around my living room, hoping I wasn't forgetting anything. Well, nothing for now.

"Good." I made my way out of the house towards the SUV parked close to the entrance. My phone began to ring in my purse. I halted to retrieve it while my driver put my small luggage in the car's trunk.

'Dad'. The name displayed on the screen.

"Omotodun (sweet child)." came his husky voice. But I know it was all sham. He definitely was in a meeting with the rest. So much for displaying such affection for your daughter.

"I know Williams told you I didn't wait last night." I swallowed. I didn't want to vent again this morning.

"Stupid girl. I told you to do everything possible to collect that file from his safe. Are you that useless?" ha! I mentally laughed. He must have moved out of earshot. So much for the pretense.

"I can suck and fuck anyone to have anything, Dad but not that man. He is probably a walking STD"

"And you think I care about what you see in him? Don't destroy this thing like you did the last time."

"You know one thing that is making me happy with this?"

"what?"

"That I am the only best person for this job. And my shares are soooooooooo captivating if not..."

"what? "

"You speak rude to me one more time, you are going into the mud for the rest of your life. Don't worry, I will just lock you up in a room where you will be fed once in a week. Now I'm threatening you. Don't push your luck. You let me have my way, we are good. Understood? "

"Idiot! How dare you threaten your father? "

"oops! thank God you still know you're the father of an idiot!" I snickered before hitting the red button. I was already seated in the back of the car while on the phone to the man that donated his sperm to create me.

"Let's go." I ordered Debowale and soon we were pulling into the city's heavy traffic. Then my phone dinged on my lap. It was a message from Musty.

'Please tell me it's a joke that you're coming. I tried your line but it appeared you blocked my number. I have everything under control, you just have to trust me.'

I rolled my eyes at the text. So much for having everything under control. Well it shall be when I set my foot in ilorin, Kwara state. I want him to get his ass in check before my arrival in case there was loopholes, that was my reason for not getting on a plane. Well, was I an impatience gorgeous bitch?
Time to resolve everything, that should be a sarcasm. I don't resolve, I destroy people that gets in my way. Like Harry. Like that Obi Kwarthar.