The subscriber you're calling cannot be reached. Bimbo ended the call, picked up her keys and headed out. "I won't be back" she said as she walked past Fatima who nodded in acknowledgement. The elevator slid open, kola stood there. She paused for a second as their eyes locked into a brief stare. Could this day get any worse??
"Hi" kola said awkwardly as she walked into the elevator. Her response was brute silence. She hit the elevator button and waited for what seemed like an eternity.
"You look nice"
"Let's not pretend we have to like each other okay!" she shot back at him.
"It was just a compliment" kola responded in his defense.
"You don't get to do that!"
"Who the fuck do you think you are? giving me compliments". At this point, she was already gesticulating like a Tasmanian devil.
"I'm only trying to make peace here bim"
"Oh really???" "What did you think was going to happen huh? You were just going to waltz back into my life waving your white flag of peace?"
"I'm really sorry I hurt you bim, I wish there was anything I could do to make it up to you"
"Too late, you made your choice. And by the way, don't ever call me that again. You lost the right to long ago"
The elevator slid open and she stormed out like a crazy person into the media floor, walking as fast as she could towards Emeka's office.
She pushed the door ajar much to the bewilderment of two startled faces. Halima and Amanda were seated opposite each other with a bottle of vodka and two glasses in between them on the table.
"Oh I'm sorry" bimbo quickly apologized. "Didn't know you had company"
"Nah it's fine" Halima quickly dismissed her apology. "This is Amanda" Halima introduced them to each other. "Emeka's sister. And this is bimbo, our head of human resources"
"Emeka never talks about you" she stretched out her hand for a handshake. "Now I see why, you're breathtakingly beautiful"
"Or i could be a pain in the ass" Amanda replied as they shook hands.
They both laughed as Halima quickly fetched another glass from the fridge.
"So what's the occasion?" Bimbo asked when Halima handed her the glass.
"Nothing special really" Amanda replied... "Just happy to make new friends". Halima poured bimbo a glass. "To friendships then" bimbo raised her glass.
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Rosé flipped through the pages of the Sun newspaper. twenty four hours ago, a high profile member of the President's cabinet committed suicide. The news of his death spread throughout the nation like wild fire. The story made headlines across every media outlet in and around the nation. Many questions were asked, Aminu Garba was too powerful to have killed himself. Forensic and circumstantial evidences seemed to suggest otherwise. He had been depressed for months according to the levels of antidepressants found in his system. He had also been acting strangely weeks prior to his death, always looking over his shoulder and waking up after series of nightmares. His wife had contacted the family doctor who prescribed the antidepressant. She had explained to the police that for the past few weeks she would wake up to him talking to himself in the middle of the night. But she strongly believed her husband's death was preconceived and meticulously planned. "I know my husband and he couldn't have killed himself" she said, when interviewed by local reporters.
Well she's right.... Rosé thought to herself, smiling as she relived the death of Aminu Garba. His country home looked nice, she thought. She remembered him hanging from his bedroom ceiling with a belt choking the life out of him. She could hear him begging for his life in silent grunts. The image of his death made her wet as she slid her fingers in between her legs, feeling the velvety softness in between. She moaned softly as she dug her fingers deeper for maximum satisfaction and after a few minutes she shuddered to an orgasm; for some twisted reason, killing turned her on.
Rosé liked to consider herself an artist. Death was the picture she painted so elegantly. She paid attention to every detail, stalking her victims like a bloodthirsty carnivore patiently waiting for the right time to strike. "Too bad my talents are never appreciated" she would often say to herself. She could still remember the first time she killed, the exact time she lost her soul. She would still feel the same pulsating energy she felt the first time her trembling hands drove a fork into his neck. "Sir Ejike was a pig, he deserved it!" She stabbed him multiple times as his blood splattered all over her face and body. She stood over him with a smile on her face watching his body spasming out the little life left in him. It was then that she knew she would become a killer. She disappeared that day from the orphanage and had remained in the shadows ever since.
