The morning after my night with Eric was a busy one. I got home, did my chores and finally started to prepare for work. As I got dressed, I thought about the N6 million sitting comfortably on my bed and how I came to know about its location.
While I was at the guest house, I overheard Eric on the phone with someone. From what I could gather, Eric had the N6 million kept in his wardrobe and he expected the person at the other end of the line to come to pick it up first thing the following morning.
“Wow!” I thought, “How can a man keep such a huge amount of money in his guest house and still talk about it so loudly over the phone?”
Well, the money had been picked up. By me. My lips curved into a wicked smile as I opened the briefcase to look at the money again. Eric must be raging mad with anger right now. I thought. Well, who cares? That’s his headache. Next time he will be more careful with his money. I quickly took N2 million out of the bundle and hid the rest in my secret vault; a vault that was actually not a vault and was also hidden in plain sight.
At about 9:00 a.m, I was completely dressed in a black mini skirt, a pink cotton zip-up top and black heeled shoes. I soon got behind the wheels of my red SUV and started my journey to Suzy’s Palace; my own Restaurant and Bar, located about ten blocks away from where I used to live.
I ran my restaurant with the help of my homegirls, Nnkem and Gloria. Nnkem is a fair-complexioned beauty in her mid-twenties, kindhearted and shaped like a fox, while Gloria is a little on the dark side, have good curves, a kind heart and sometimes, a sharp tongue. Life would have been very tough without both of them. They are friends who have always stood by me through thick and thin. They understand me and I understand them too. We always stick up for each other and for that, we will always be best friends.
Still on the road that morning, I tried to manoeuvre traffic but it was just not possible. Getting to the restaurant would normally take 6 or 7 minutes but the hold up along the road was too bad. Anyway, that’s what happens when everyone in a neighbourhood drives a car. That was why I chose to stay there in the first place. The neighbourhood was full of wealthy, but adulterous married men, as well as wealthy adventurous single men who helped to keep the business going.
The drive to the restaurant was slow but about 15 minutes later, I pulled up at the parking lot of Suzy’s Palace, got down and walked in. The place was already busy with customers and I spotted Nnkem and Gloria attending to them. I waved to my friends even before I started heading to the counter.
As I drew closer, I noticed a man sitting in front staring seriously at me. His black suit jacket over white t-shirt and black pence trouser complimented his chocolate skin and well-trimmed beards. At first, I thought he was just an admirer, but suddenly he stood up, pulled out a short gun and pointed it at me. The sight of the gun made all my female customers scream out their lungs, while the male customers were scared out of their wits and remained transfixed for a while, before joining their female counterparts to scramble under their tables.
Nnkem and Gloria looked at me with fear and confusion written on their faces.
“Hello Suzan,” The man said in a low but firm voice, “ Mr Eric wants his money and your head.”
I was shocked and too scared to move or speak. Eric suspects me already? That was fast. But, he did not have to send his guard to kill me. This showed Eric was after all not a gentleman when it came to his money. Besides, it seemed I really angered someone this time.
As I stood still with closed eyes and sweaty palms, waiting for the bullet that will eventually take me out of embodiment, my mind was in complete turmoil. I started to wish I was more of a Christian. At least that way, if I die, I would be sure of going to heaven. I agree with those who say your entire life flashes before your eyes when death stares you in the face, because, I saw my entire life flash before me.
Suddenly, as I stood there with my heart racing, I realized for the first time that it was well over five minutes and still nothing had happened.
Being curious, I opened my eyes, only to find my supposed attacker running his eyes all over my body. Hello! Did I tell you that I went through real surgery to get my endowments? I needed to keep in good shape then so that I could easily get a guy who would not mind paying heavily to have a taste of me. The surgery made my curves be what they should be. Curved.
With my eyes now opened, I studied Eric’s man and from the look on his face, I could tell he very much liked my body. As a smart girl, I capitalized on his weakness by unzipping the front of my blouse. Fortunately for me, I wore nothing inside.