The Virgin’s Slot Chapter 13

Inspired by the Holy Spirit.

Written by Damilola Babs

From the Stable of Reflection Book Hub

The woman asked to see her CV and asked her a few other questions. Then to her greatest shock, she told her to resume on Wednesday. Mary couldn’t believe her ears. Was this luck or grace? Whatever it was, she was grateful it was coming her way. Her salary was four hundred thousand naira for starters and she was resuming as the company’s data analyst.

‘I got the job! I got the job!’ Mary shouted happily once she saw her saving angel. She hugged him again and again and again until her make up stained his shirt.

“Congratulations dear, I am happy for you.” He told her.

“Congratulations dear,” her mother managed to tell her. The woman had woken up. Things were just going on smoothly. This was just heaven smiling on her.

“Thank you Mommy. And I am happy you are back.” She told the woman patting her forehead before turning back to the smiling Andrew.

“Where is Josh?” He stepped out to get us lunch. I told him to get yours too once you called to tell me you were on your way here.”

“Thank you. Okay, you know what? Dinner is on me and I am taking us out, just you and I.”

“I like the sound of that, but Miss Mary no. Dinner is on me. You are just starting work and friends help each other not exploit each other.”

“You are not exploiting me Andrew.”

“Well, I would feel that way if I let you pay for dinner.” He told her and they both chuckled.

Mary’s mother had suffered chronic typhoid and malaria attack. The doctors attended to her well and she was going to be discharged by Friday evening. Josh was left with specific instructions not to get carried away or leave the woman by herself, and the friends could swear, he got the message with the intensity they had passed it with.

First day at work for Mary was hectic. They had not had a data analyst in a while and so it left so much for her to do. She was almost going to give up and lay on the floor of her new office, but for Andrew’s random massages that kept flooding her DM. She would read, chuckle and respond.

Her routine became extra organized. She had to get up very early. Sometimes she made breakfast, other times, she just couldn’t. On the mornings, she couldn’t meet up, food was brought to her office and it had been ordered by Andrew. Two months later, Andrew visited her in the office. It was a big space, but it was Mark’s office and the man knew his way around. He was a far cry from the monster that hunted her before, yet he was asking her for anything, not sex, not a relationship, nothing.

Six months had passed and Mary had simply had thanked Andrew and told him it was time to move out of his house. He wasn’t happy, but he knew she was right. He was just going to miss the two persons that had made life beautiful in six months. On the day they moved out, Andrew had taken Marks’s car again. This time, he had practically stolen it from the man and helped them pack.

He was very impressed, because she had told him nothing about it.

“How did you do it?” He asked.

“My colleague Biola knew some agents and they were affordable.” She explained. She was very happy Andrew had been around, the stress would have been out of this world for her. So that the men busied themselves with the arrangements, while Mary prepared their food in her nice kitchen. Her house was in Ikeja and so was her office. It was just a stone throw away, it was going to save her the headache of spending on her transportation.

…to be continued tomorrow by 8 pm.
Copyright Damilola Babs, 2022
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