Mr Adams walked with Sarah through the main gate of his residence into the street under the watchful eyes of his bodyguards.
Sarah looked at her watch, it was 7:15 pm.
They reached the street and waited by the roadside. The car Sarah came with wasn’t in view but the man said he would be with them in no time.
Sarah suddenly began to feel somehow. She bent and held her lower abdomen.
“Are you okay?” Mr Adams walked close to her.
It was obvious, Sarah wasn’t okay. Her involvement in the horrible deed against her director was tearing her apart. It’s as though every cell in her body was eroding. She felt nauseous and shiverish.
“Are you okay?” Me Adams asked.
Her legs began to quiver and her body mass began to loosen up to give way under her. But before she cold hit the tarmac, the two bodyguards had rushed to her and protected her from the fall.
The car they were waiting for approached and halted before them and the driver came out. He was laughing but frowned on seeing Sarah.
“Charles get the car.” Mr Adams instructed one of the body guards who ran back to the house and came back with a car driven by Mr. Adams driver. Sarah was rushed into it.
“I’m okay.” She kept saying, but Mr Adams didn’t want to take chances.
“We can’t keep the client waiting sir.”
“Let him wait Sarah. Life first.”
“We need to go back, sir. Please, let’s go back. I’m okay.”
“Are you sure?”
Mr Adam signalled his driver to return home.
Sarah’s phone rang. She picked it. It was the same man. His voice echoed through the phone.
“You’re very wise. I was afraid for your mother and for the poor souls in that house. Thanks for saving them. This time around don’t do anything stupid.”
© Florence Ezekafor
I'm a food scientist who has chosen the path of creative writing- the one thing which comes to me naturally.
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