ALL IN A CIRCLE Episode 111 by dy9ty7

ALL IN A CIRCLE Episode 111

Rachel alighted from the car and locked the doors. She picked up her handbag which sat on the passenger seat and her phone which she kept on the dashboard, she walked towards the front door.
“Welcome madam.” One of chief patrick’s security man said.
“Thank you.” She replied pushing the front door open.
There was nothing unusuall about the living room except that a bottle of wine and a glass cup sat on a stool opposite a black sued couch.
“Onome am home.” She announced as she dragged the stool away and sat down tiredly on the couch. The heat coupled with her tiredness isn’t helping matters, but there is little to what she could do.
Her ringing phone brought her from her trans. She checked the caller and talk of the devil, it was Doctor Rapheal.
“Hello Raph.” She said.
She listened for a few seconds before speaking.
“I am yet to tell my husband, and moreso, I am married so you can’t expect me to pick your calls while am with him.”
She kept quiet trying to process what he was saying, her anger swelling.
“Raph look here, what happened should stay between us, I am married, get that straight. And don’t call me, I’ll always do the calling.” She screamed and hung up.
She dropped her phone on the stool beside her causing the bottle to spill its content.
“Aw!” She exclaimed as she quickly raised the bottle but half of its content was on the rug already.
“Don’t worry I’ll get it.” A voice which unmistakably belonged to Onome said.
She was shocked as she spilled the wine once again, this time from the half filled glass.
“You startled me.” Rachel said.
“I never meant to. How was your session with the doctor?”
“It was great. How long have you been here?”
Onome wanted to lie but on a second thought, she knew telling the truth will make her realise that someone knows about her dealing outside marriage.
“I came here three minutes ago, exactly when your phone rang.” Onome replied.
Rachel gave Onome a deadly look, Onome on the other hand pretended not to see the look on her face.
“Let me get something to clean the mess.” And she strolled out of the living.
Rachel angrily picked up her bag and phone, she marched to their room.
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Five guys were seated ouside Harmony lodge arguing about the best of players between Christiano Ronaldo, a portuguese superstar and Lionel Messi, an Argentine superstar.
“I’ll always be in support of Messi.” A guy who sat on a banch which stoon next to a Toyota camry said.
“Why won’t you support Messi, I remembered you telling us your brother works in Rosario, Messi’s hometown. He must have seen Messi’s humility and not his playing ability.” Another guy seated on the car bonnet replied.
They continued arguing for a while until a ringing phone brought their discussion to a halt. Immediately the owner answered the call, the arguement resumed.
“Guys!” He said after dropping the call. But no one was ready to listen to him.
“Guys.” He said banging his fist on the car bonnet.
They all faced him expectantly.
“Ak just called me now, he said the members of Aiye confra just dropped Ay.”
Angry groans and wails from the guys shook the whole lodge.
“Lets go and hit them” Another cute light complexioned guy said opening the driver seat and hopped behind the wheel.
Everyone else followed suit, they all drove into the campus, with one thing in mind, ‘fightback.’
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Tolani walked out of the lecture hall and brought out her phone to call her boyfriend when her roaming eyes caught something. A crowd gathered around something she couldn’t see from her end. Her mind told her it was a student who has been killed again. If it were to be on the street of Lagos, one would conclude it is either a goat or a dog. But here in a school campus, it has to be a student or nothing else.
Her curious part dragged her legs to the crowd and straining her eyes to catch a glimpse of who died. Cold swept through her body immediately she saw the face of the student who was lying on the ground.

“What do you suggest we do?” Hassan asked and he continued peering at the glossy paper Ngozi held between her fingers.
“I think we should let this pass. I can take the laptop with me to our station. I’ll work on it from there, and discreetly we’ll access the underground without James or Sylvester knowing.” Ngozi explained.
“Don’t you think, that will be too risky, only the two of us? Am not a party to that, remember, I am a soldier, we don’t do much of detailed tactics. Once we have the basic informations we attack. We could both loose out job if things go wrong.”
Ngozi thought for a while, though he may be right but her instinct has never failed her. This won’t be an exception, she’ll follow her instinct but this time carefully. First she’ll have to win the hearts of her colleagues, Mike, Clement and others. They’ll try and axe Sylvester.
“Hey lets go. Our time is up.” Sylvester said to her from the doorway.
She turned to face him but said nothing.
“Trust me, you can do better than looking at me that way. Meet me in the car now or I leave without you.” He turned towards the exit.
“I have to go.” She said to Hassan who saluted her and vice versa.
She walked briskly through the living room with the almost broken laptop clutched to her chest.
“Its nice working with you.” Leuitenant James said.
She stopped then turned to see the soldier lighting his cigarret.
“Same here.” She replied and off she went.
The soldiers manning the front door, the gate(from inside and outside) were saluting her as she walked. She could only beam with smiles as she approached the car in which they had come.
An angry Sylvester was keeping the car engine running and with a frown on his face, he hissed immediately she opened the passenger side of the car.
Immediately he sped off even though she was yet to shut the door.
“Sincerly speaking, Silvester, you are mad.” Ngozi said as she tired to recover from the shock she felt when he accelerated the car without her properly in the car.
He kept mute and drove on in silence. Whatever was going on in his mind must be something bad or so she thought.
“You’ll give me five minutes of your time. I want to see a friend down there.” He said.
Ngozi nodded her head and smiled like she has been best of friends with him all day long. He pulled up a minute later in front of a cafe, he walked in briskly.
Ngozi crossed to the driver seat and switched on the ignition of the car. She drove off at once.
She had taken her time to study him, he always leaves the car key in the car.
She gave a wicked laugh as she glanced at the cafe one last time.
“You’ll regret the day you were deployed to assist the police.” She muttered.
Even though she hasn’t perfected her driving skills, she knew she wouldn’t be involved in a crash. The road was free, she drove with absolute concentration.
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“This is how you do it. We’ll storm the girl’s hostel today and kill them both. You’ll even end up having a nice time with them.” Don explained to Deoye whose eyes was glued on the weapons spread on the table.
“The security in the school is tight presently and I heard a team of police has been deployed to keep twenty four hour surveillance on them. I don’t think we stand a chance.” Deoye explained.
“Stop thinking like a bloody jew man. Act like a man, think like a man. In the end, you’ll realise that this is the most easiest task afterall.” Don said as he grabbed his shoulder and squeezed it.
Deoye inhaled deeply,
“Let do it.” He said.
The members of Don’s gang all clapped their hands at his bravey.
“Remember, you are doing this alone. We’ll step in if things go out of hand.” Don said as he distributed weapons to the guys.
Deoye nodded.

Rachel has just finished taking her bath. She walked out of the bathroom dripping wet with a big sized towel tied around her body. She walked into a inner room which served as her closet and came back a few minutes later dressed in a gown that touched her ankles, blue in colour.
There was a knock on the door as she prepared to lie down on the bed and read a novel she had taken from Doctor Rapheal’s office.
“Come in.” She said, half expectant that it could be Clement.
The door knob turned and Onome, the maid walked in smiling, but a second thorough look at her will suggest she was there for something serious.
“When are you coming for your lunch?” Onome asked curtly.
Rachel smiled, “this woman could be dramatic at times. She came in with a straight face, now she was talking about food.”
“I’ll be down there at dinner.” She replied.
“So what do you intend taking for lunch?” The elderly lady asked with concern.
“I got myself some fruits because the doctor said they are good for us.” She said pointing to her bump.
“But I don’t mind getting a vegetable soup, garnished like that of yesterday.” She continued.
“Locust or no locust bean?” Onome asked smiling. At least, someone is appreciating her cooking expertise unlike her employer who seize every opportunity to critic her cooking.
“I want enough locust, but please, no beef.”
Onome bowed curtly and made to walk out of the room when she remembered the main reason why she was there. She turned back to face Rachel who was still smiling.
“And I have an important issue I want to discuss with you.” Onome said.
Rachel’s smile slowly disappeared. “this woman would fit perfectly well in the movie industry.”
“You may sit.” Rachel said pointing to a black suede couch.
“I don’t think I’ll be able to discuss it here with you. Uncle Clement could be home anytime and he may not like me in your room.” Onome disagreed.
“Oh! Clement is not like Chief or Kelvin. He won’t mind seeing you here. He knew how badly I needed someone to keep my company.”
Onome thought for a while before settling down on the couch uncomfortably. Rachel sensing her mood “Okay, lets go to the kitchen.”
The two ladies walked out of the room.

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Kelvin walked into the living room, slamming the front door behind him. He walked towards the kitchen where he was hearing voices.
“Hello.” He said walking into the kitchen. He felt embarrassed immediately he saw Rachel seated on a stool.
Rachel on the other hand went pale and couldn’t move or talk, her eyeball blinking at intervals and her heartbeat taking a further leap in its speed.
“Welcome sir.” Onome greeted.
Kelvin hissed and walked out of the kitchen in anger. Onome who saw the reaction of the two maintained a smiling face.
“I think I have to go. Am no longer comfortable with this conversation. Please, do bring the vegetable into my room once you are through.” Rachel said and stood up.
“I believe you are at fault afterall.” Onome said.
Rachel wasn’t sure if she heard her right wanted to comfirm what she heard.
“What did you just say?” She asked.
“I said, its all your fault. Imagine if you hadn’t allow your emotion to get the better of you by allowing the doctor to touch you like you told me, Kelvin won’t make passes at you. You know what they say about first impression? You gave him a bad impression which he himself misunderstood because he has no emotion himself.” Onome explained.
Rachel was awed by her brilliance and the way she spoke.
“What do you suggest I do?” She asked resignatedly.
“Spill everything to your husband. He knows you more than anybody else, he trusts you. He’ll definitely believe you acted without thinking. He has a feeling of his own and am sure he’ll forgive you.”
“I don’t think that will be possible.” Rachel said with a pale face.
“Its possible. It is possible, you didn’t cheat, you only had a recurring fling with him. You kissed him because you regreted not dating him back then. It could happen to anybody, but your ability to bounce out of it, is the most important.” She explained further.
Rachel thought for a while allowing every of her words to sink in as she pondered on what to do or how to go about it.
“Will Clement understand like Onome predicted? He doesn’t act like someone with a feeling of his own. He act like he has no emotional attachment to anybody. Will he be quick to forgive her?

ALL IN A CIRCLE Episode 111
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QUESTION FOR THE DAY

1. Will Clement be quick to forgive her?
2. Do you think Ngozi is doing the right thing by handling things on her own?
3. Is it true that there is something suspicious about Sylvester? Maybe he is the mole. Give your reason.
4. What do you think about the underground?

Please endeavor to answer the questions, it shows that the story is being followed despite its twists and turns.