Work of the devil - Season 1 - Episode 8

5 years ago

Work of the devil - Season 1 - Episode 8

I worked on my idea, thought further about it and fantacized about the seven million naira. I knew that all would not enter my hand. I was not the source of the deal. I did not bring it up. I did not source the ‘client’- the madam in need of a girl child. It was just a sublet.

I felt that no matter what, at least fifty percent of the funds would get to me. I would be a millionaire in few days. I would pull out of this prison of poverty and lack. I would be able to afford what I need and provide for myself and family- my parents especially.

I slept off with these thoughts and had a dream. In that dream, I was standing at the top of a hill- a cliff. And I was with someone that I knew. I could not place the person’s face nor the voice or even the name. But somewhere inside of me, I knew that I knew the person.

We were just talking. What we were talking about, I couldn’t remember and then suddenly, he pushed me down the cliff and I feel with a shout and woke up. I felt the dream was just one of those good for nothing dreams that are designed to scare us. So, I dismissed it and went back to sleep. I remembered I had another dream but I could not remember it when I woke up.

I made sure my arrangements was tight and clean. I was to visit Regina and Princess later that evening. It was the night of the main event.

The night to separate the daughter from her mother. I had a plan. Drug Regina and move Princess out with an excuse that her mommy is sleeping.

I also got the guys that were to rescue Princess ready. I had transferred a hundred thousand naira into their account as part payment to motivate them to work. The remaining one hundred thousand was to be paid as soon as they got Princess back safely.

I arrived at the hotel and spoke to one of the bar men. I had got a pack of Hollandia Yoghurt which I had discovered was Regina’s favorite drink. Also one that she would not let her daughter Princess to take I would not want both mother and daughter to be drugged. My conscience with the little light it had in it would not. I did not want Princess to be under any such effect.

I had injected the drug through its cap delicately. And I got it delivered to the bar man. I had him mark that one out. I would not want him to mix it up with others. I would want him to come with them when I call for them.

As soon as I entered their room, Princess ran to me and hugged me. I kissed her forehead and carried her up. Her mom emerged. She was a beautiful woman but the blood relationship that we had, I thought, had become my only hindrance in allowing and developing any feelings for her.

“How are you Gina?”, I asked
“I’m alright. How about you?”
“Good. Guess what?”
“What?”
“Just guess”
“You know I am not good in guessing”
“At least try”
“Okay. You met a girl”
“See you. Olodo”
She just laughed.

“Your boss told me you would be starting up work on Monday”

“What?” She exclaimed. She was so excited and she was high spirited.

I let her do her thing. She danced. After a while, she calmed down. “Thank you so much Linus. Thank you”

‘You are welcome. We have to drink to this”. I added
“Sure”

I pulled out my phone and called the bar man and he picked. I told him to come with Hollandia Yoghurt and my two cans of Gulder and a small pack of Caprison for Princess. In few minutes, he arrived and also came with a glass cup for Regina to use for her Yoghurt drink.