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The Maid 34


The Philips’ Residence

Gbenga shook his head vigorously, trying to ward off the tiredness that descended on his mind and body like a heavy blanket. He struggled against the ropes that bound him like an animal sacrifice, but his efforts were futile. Sadique had done a good job with the ropes.  “Why are you telling me this?” he asked his soon to be ex-wife.
“I feel I owe you an explanation,” Shade said.
“You don’t owe me anything. I don’t have to listen to this nonsense anymore! Sadique, take this phone away from me.”
Shade chuckled derisively. “You are in no position to make demands.  Sadique no longer works for you. He now works for me. He will do exactly as I say. So shut up and listen!”
“You won’t get away with this,” Gbenga said.
“Yes, I will. Unlike you, I know how to carry out a plan effectively.”
Yemi moved away from the car quietly and began typing furiously on her phone. This time,  Sadique didn’t notice. Continue reading


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The Maid 33

The Maid 33

The Philips’ Residence.

Chioma and her bodyguard drove out of the gates. Sadique waited for their tail lights to die out in the distance then he returned to the house. Moments later he returned carrying Gbenga Philips on his shoulder like a sack, with his hands and feet tied.
“Why are you doing this? the injured man struggled against the ropes which bound him with fear in his voice.
“Don’t ask me any questions.” Sadique threw him in the back seat of the car.
“Who paid you to do this? Is it Shade? Is it Ngozi? Answer me!” Gbenga shouted at the ex-military man. “If it is money I can give you more! I am rich! I will give you one of my houses. You can have my cars. Anything! Please don’t do this to me,” he pleaded.
“She promised me something more than money. That is the reason why I am doing this.”
“What did she promise to give you? What?”
Sadique regarded the man shivering like a cornered animal and felt no pity for him. As far as he was concerned Gbenga Philips was the enemy and his demise tonight would not only make him rich but could also get him married to a very beautiful woman. Continue reading


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The Maid 32


The Philips’ Residence.

“Wait for me. I will be back in a moment,” Shade entered the walk-in wardrobe to change her clothes and get ready for bed.
Sadique poured himself a drink and downed it very quickly. Things were going in a different direction. Mrs Philips wanted him to dispatch her husband and his mistress. But who was the mistress, he asked himself.
How will he handle this situation?
His boss’s wife just offered him money and herself if he got rid of her husband. Maybe this was the breakthrough he had been expecting. Maybe this was God’s way of rewarding him for his years of service to his country which wasn’t acknowledged nor rewarded, instead he was courtmartialed for dereliction of duty and endangering the lives of his colleagues.
Shade came out wearing a black night dress with a lose robe.
Sadique waited for her to sit down. “Who is carrying your husband’s child?”
“You’ve been in this house and you don’t know what is going on?” Shade asked.
“I mind my own business and don’t listen in on other people’s conversations.”
Shade regarded him and smiled.
Sadique was smitten. He had never seen his boss’s wife like this. She looked so beautiful. This was the very first time she recognised him as a human being and not just a security guard.
“The woman pregnant for my husband is Yemi, the maid,” said the wife of Gbenga Philips. Continue reading


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The Maid 31


Chief Dotun Babalore’s residence.

Tinu stood before her husband in his study. “I cannot stay here doing nothing while my daughter is in trouble.”
“Then I suggest you do something about it, but count me out of it,” chief said.
“Chief I beg you, attend to this matter.”
His phone rang. He and his wife looked at each other. He looked at the number. It was one of his contacts from the police force. He answered the call.
“Why are you calling me at this late hour?”
“Chief, I thought I should let you know about this.”
“Know about what?”
“Do you know one Chief Mrs Eno Philips?”
“Yes, I do. She is my in-law.”
The police man paused. “Chief, she called our station a few minutes ago and asked that Shade Philips should be arrested for attempted murder!” Continue reading


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