Inspired by the Holy Spirit
Written by Damilola Babs
From the stable of Reflection Book Hub
She thought he was going to sack her. She had been a muse because of his best friend, but now, the muse had disappeared. She was nothing serious to the man anymore, but she was calm, keeping cool and observing things.
It seemed to her like Andrew wasn’t the petty type after all. He was different because nothing changed. Mark gave her equal treatment and never disrespected her. Mary knew that beyond the man’s respect for her, he did it more for his friend, Andrew, but going back wasn’t an option, never.
Mark’s phone rang from his pocket, he reached for it quickly. It was his father, he wondered what he wanted this time. He had served the man all his life and he was glad his half-brother wasn’t under that pressure. The guy had declined and followed his heart, but somehow, his father Chief Anthony had crazy control over him.
“Hello, dad.”
“Hello, son.” His father’s voice came up. “Mark,” the man called like he’s had done something wrong.
“What is it this time?” he asked his father without respect.
“Shut up, you weak wing. How dare you let Dolapo Pedro take over more than forty percent shares of SUMAL & SONS?”
“That isn’t true dad, it isn’t true.”
“Shut up and listen to me. If it isn’t rectified before the end of tomorrow, I will fly into Nigeria, find you and crush you. You have always been a waste anyway.” The man told him and dropped the call.
“This man pisses me off. What crap!” He yelled and kicked the air before leaving where he stood in front of Walls Mall. It was the most expensive mall in town, and average earners knew better than to come there. It was Mark’s regular spot. He hissed, pulled his suit as if it had offended him, and entered his car.
He knew where to drive to. His best friend’s house. It was the best place he could be now. He was happy he had gotten them drinks. It simply meant they could chill and do boys’ things. After all, they were now both single. All thanks to his Nigerian father who refused to outgrow traditions even after spending so long outside Nigeria.
“What?!” Andrew mused at him in shock. He couldn’t believe what his friend had just said.
“What do you mean by what?” Mark asked undoing his buttons with one hand while the other hand tossed his suit away from his body to the sofa.
“Guy, the news may be true.”
“But the decision-makers have had no meeting. At least, none that I know of.”
“Bro, there are cheats everywhere. Wild ones who want all you have,” he told him and picked up a tape rule strolling to an Ankara’s on the table.
“Do you mean it?”
“Guy, stop now. You dey form ajebo for this level? We know how these things work. Look, I am not taking any drink with you. Call an emergency meeting now. Call them, send them an email, anything man, I am not in your field, but I know that there is something you should do. Just be the same about it.
“Emem, I need to call Emem. It’s pas 10 pm already. I hope she would still be awake.”
“Dial it, now,” Andrew told again and continued like he hadn’t just spoken.
“Hello, Emem,”
“Yes sir,”
“Call an emergency meeting of the shareholders, 4 pm, for tomorrow, and hey, come in tomorrow with a comprehensive detail of what our shares are reading.
“Done, sir.”
“Good. See you in the morning.”
“Goodnight ,sir,”
Mark paused for a bit and sighed. Andrew turned and gave him an inquisitive look.
“I love you, Emem.”
“Mark, we are not doing this. We are done and please, I need my job more badly than a man whose father doesn’t like me.” She told him and dropped the call.
Copyright Damilola Babs, 2022
No part of this book shall be plagiarized except if authorized by the author.
