ALL IN A CIRCLE Episode 94 – 98 by dy9ty7

ALL IN A CIRCLE Episode 94 – 98 by dy9ty7

Episode 94

-continuation–
Still deep in his thought, Deoye remembered something that made his heart tremble. His heart threatened to break down but as a bad guy that he was, he stood his ground.
He remembered that he forgot his gun inside his hotel room. He was thorn between going back to the hotel and picking his gun or sit back and watch as his pictures will be made public on the news at night.
At once he adjusted his cloth and exited the house.
“Guy, where to?” An unknown guy asked him.
” what right do you have to question me?” He replied.
The unknown guys smiled as he puffed the smoke of his cigarett expertly.
“Anyways, get down there. Its my car and I am going out with it.” Deoye continued.
“E be like sey you no know me abi? Na me dem dey call expert killer.” The guys bragged.
Deoye knew best not to go into bragging with the guy. He could be a spy, he could be anything.
“Anyways, na your brother talk sey make I dey watch you. In fact he talk sey you must not drive out of this compound.” The guy explained.
“Guy, you know wetin dey? I forgot something important in my hotel room downtown. I want to go pick it.” Deoye explained.
“I no fit allow you comot o.”
Deoye brought out his wallet and removed naira notes, he handed it to the guy.
“See my life. You think sey I poor? Or because I no get car? No go think am o. I rich pass you.” The guy said collecting the naira notes and dropping in on the
floor.
“I no mean am like that na. I just talk sey make you use am buy stuff.” Deoye replied like the man he was.
The guy faced Deoye, his eyes wide with excitement.
“You be…..?” He asked.
Deoye smiled and nodded slowly as he unlocked his car doors and hopped behind the wheel.
His new found friend went to open the gate for him.
Eighteen minutes later, he pulled up his car at a distance and walked towards the hotel where he checked out a few hours ago.
The receptionist on duty then froze in fright immediately she saw him.
“Excuse me.” He said.
The lady turned to face him all smiles.
“I checked out a few hours ago and now I just realised I forgot something in the room.” He explained.
Without any more questions, she picked the key and handed it over to him. He took the key and walked towards the stairs.
Three minutes later he had found his gun where he hid it under the mattress. He could hear footsteps from the hallway. Then a knock sounded on his door.
“Who is it?” he asked.
“Its me, the receptionist. You have a visitor downstairs.” She replied.
He walked towards the window, opened the curtain and saw two men standing beside his car. No doubt, they are policemen. The same men who came to arrest Darasimi.
“Come in.” He said.
The door opened slowly and the receptionist walked in. “How dare you call the police for me?” He asked pushing her to the wall nearest to the door. He fastened the door lock.
“You’ll regret this day for the rest of your life.” He said he pushed up onto the bed and stuffed her mouth with the pillow.
He pushed her skirt up and dragged her panties to a side. He inserted his pistol as far as it could go into her private.
She gasped even with the pillow in her mouth.
“If you make a sound. I shoot.” He warned.
She nodded and he removed the pillow.
“Which other way is the exit?” He asked.
“The fire exit. There is a gate beside the generator house. Its key is among the bunch of keys that hung on the door into the generator house.” She replied in pain.
“Good girl. But I need more cries from you. I love to see girls cry.” He said as he held his gun firmly.
“Please, I am a virgin. Don’t make me go through pains.” She pleaded.
“Well, you are no more a virgin. You wanted me dead.” He said as he covered her mouth with the pillow once again as he pushed the pistol as far as he could into he private, this time with more force. He turned the gun inside her for a few seconds, then he pounded her twelve times.
With this he stood up with his wet gun and walked towards the door. One last look at her, he felt guilty immediately he saw blood stains on the bedsheet. He knew he had injured her and her life will never remain the same again.
He opened the door and disappeared.

Episode 95
-continuation–
Five minutes later, Sergeant Habeeb and his partner walked into the hotel reception.
“Excuse me sir.” Habeeb said to a guy dressed in the same uniform as the receptionist.
“Yes? How may I help you?”
“Please, there is a lady here. I don’t her name. Do you know where she could be?” Habeeb asked.
“She went upstairs a few minutes ago and she is yet to return.” He replied.
Habeeb at once concluded that she had gone to Deoye’s room and it could be dangerous.
“Please sir, a guy entered some minutes ago. Do you by chance know the room he is lodged?” Habeeb asked.
“I don’t know anything. As you can see there are many customers before me. Please let me do my job.” He said rudely.
Habeeb gave his partner a sign and they both walked towards the staircase.
“Sir, I think this is his room. The door is opened.” The younger police officer said.
Habeeb at once removed his handgun and carefully walked into the room which was almost quiet, save for some silent sobs.
His gun fell off his hand as a result of shock. Her legs were wide opened and her white panties soaked with blood, a part of the bed was also soaked with blood.
“He knew this was not some rape scene. It was an attempted murder.” He said as he moved closer to the receptionist.
“Which way did he go?” Habeeb asked.
“Th…….th……e…..fi..r..e exit” she managed to reply.
“You, go and inform the security. Every exit should be locked.”
Junior police officer dashed out of the room and just down the hallway, he saw an emergency microphone. He grabed it and switched in on.
“All exit must be on lockdown. There is a criminal in the building. No one should allowed to enter or exit.” He said. Still not satisfied, he ran into the reception where a man he guessed to be the hotel manager was speaking angrily.
“Yes, where did you see a criminal? Who are you to label a customer a criminal?” The hotel manager asked.
“I am a policeman. One of your workers has been killed by the criminal.” He replied.
Just then, Habeeb descended the stairs as fast as he could but slowly and carefully to avoid him tripping.
“Somebody help!” He screamed at the hotel manager and the people around him who were looking at him like they’ve just seen a ghost.
“I will get you arrested. How dare you come into my hotel and placing one of my workers on an additional assignment almost took her life.” The hotel manager raked at Habeeb after the receptionist has been transferred to a nearby hospital.
“Believe me sir. I only said, give me a call as soon as he returns which she did. But I don’t know who asked her to go to his room.” Habeeb defended himself.
Two uniformed men returned to the reception panting heavily. They are the hotel’s security men.
“Sir, we searched everywhere, it seems he has escaped.” They said in unison.
“But you said, hi car is still here right?” Habeeb asked.
“Yes sir.”
++++++++++++++++++++++++++
The door opened and Doctor Kolade walked into his ward.
“Clement, this man here claims he is your father’s driver. He is here to pick you up.” Doctor Kolade said.
“Oh! Thank you Doctor.” He said as he picked his clothes from inside his small bag. He disappeared into the restroom and re-emerged a few seconds later, all dressed and ready to go.
“My regards to Kelvin.” Ngozi said as she flagged down a taxi.
“Say hi to Tobiloba.” Clement replied.

Episode 96

It was later in the evening around six thirty
pm that Clement returned home.
“Welcome son.” Chief Patrick who was seated
in the living room said.
“Good evening dad.” He replied.
The voice could not be mistaken. Rachel
immediately ran out of the kitchen where she
was assisting Onome with the cooking. She
stopped in her tracks and frozed when she saw
Clement’s left arm on bandage.
“Wh….a…..t ha…..ppened?” she asked
pointing to his bandaged arm.
Clement looked at her and smiled.
“Is that how to greet you husband whom you
have not see in three day?” Clement asked.
“Can someone explain what’s going on to
me?” She asked raising her voice.
“You can drop the bag over there.” Chief
Patrick said to his driver who brought Clement
home.
“What happened to you sweety?” She asked.
“I was shot that’s all. Its a minor injury
anyways and I am fine now.” Clement replied.
“Thank God you are fine. But why didn’t you
tell me you are in the hospital? I am your
wife, I should first be contacted before
anybody else.”
“I don’t want to put you through a lot of
stress, remember your condition and
functuating blood pressure.” Clement replied
closing in on her.
“No matter what? Let me breakdown, let me
faint, so far it is because of you and
moreso….” She was saying when his lips met
hers and she stopped talking to savour his
sweet lips.
“Lets go in.” Clement said.
She nodded her head as they both walked into
their room.
Chief Clement smiled at their display of
affection.
Kelvin who was looking at them from the
stairs angrily walked back into his room
slamming the door behind him, such that the
only picture that hung on the wall fell to the
floor and shattered into pieces.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Benson has been moody right from the time,
his wife decided to save him from public
disgrace. Unknown to her, she saved herself
the tears that’ll roll down her smooth cheeks
when she eventually found out his sex scandal
with popular model, Sandra Oselu.
“So, this woman is richer than me? Forty
million naira in her fixed account?” He asked
himself.
FLASHBACK ON THE EVENTS OF THE
AFTERNOON
She handed a brown evelope over to him and
sat down beside him on the bed.
He tore the envelope impatiently and saw an
account details that threw him off balance.
It reads; “ON THE 25TH OF JULY 1986, A
FIXED ACCOUNT WAS CREATED BY CHIEF
ANYAELE IN RESPECT OF HIS NEW BORN
DAUGHTER, JOYCE’S EDUCATION. AS A
RESULT OF THE INTEREST INCURED, THE
DEPOSITED AMOUNT OF A MILLION AND A
HALF HAD GREW TO FORTY MILLION NAIRA
TWENTY EIGHT YEARS LATER.”
“How come the money wasn’t touched?”
Benson asked.
Joyce smiled as she planted a kiss on his lips.
“You see when I was born, my father was
diagnosed with cancer which at that time was
at its third stage and he was told to expect
death very soon. Which was why he deposited
a million and a half in my name so that
eighteen years later, I’ll be in the university
and it’ll be enough to see me through. But
miraculously, my father lived until a week
before my final exam as a student. And
therefore the money was untouched. It has
since been transferred into my personal
account.” Joyce explained.
Benson oppened his mouth in awe, he was
angry, he was happy, he was guilty.
He was angry because his wife was keeping
things from him, but on a second thought, he
knew he was guilty of this too. He was happy
because, afterall, he’ll be able to pay the
people who treathened to blackmail him and
therefore a last chance to put his marriage
beyond the reach of divorce or anything. He
was guilty because he had cheated on his
wife. He felt opening up to her will life up his
spirit a bit, but on a second thought, he knew,
he’ll lose his wife and the forty million.
“So you can use the money and pay that client
of yours. You can use the rest to upgrade your
law chamber. It has been your dream to
practice in America, why not take a stp
towards it?” His wife adviced.
Benson felt hot tears roll down his cheeks, its
a different thing to marry the one you love. A
different thing entirely is it to marry the bone
of your bone, the flsh of your flesh, and above
all, your love.
“Also, change your car from the money.” She
said.
“And you’ll have a big supermarket to your
name.” He replied.
She smiled happily. Its a good thing when you
have a loving ambitious husband whose
priority is his family and not his job who
could fold up one day.
“Lets make babies.” He said.
“Am all yours.”

Episode 96

It was later in the evening around six thirty
pm that Clement returned home.
“Welcome son.” Chief Patrick who was seated
in the living room said.
“Good evening dad.” He replied.
The voice could not be mistaken. Rachel
immediately ran out of the kitchen where she
was assisting Onome with the cooking. She
stopped in her tracks and frozed when she saw
Clement’s left arm on bandage.
“Wh….a…..t ha…..ppened?” she asked
pointing to his bandaged arm.
Clement looked at her and smiled.
“Is that how to greet you husband whom you
have not see in three day?” Clement asked.
“Can someone explain what’s going on to
me?” She asked raising her voice.
“You can drop the bag over there.” Chief
Patrick said to his driver who brought Clement
home.
“What happened to you sweety?” She asked.
“I was shot that’s all. Its a minor injury
anyways and I am fine now.” Clement replied.
“Thank God you are fine. But why didn’t you
tell me you are in the hospital? I am your
wife, I should first be contacted before
anybody else.”
“I don’t want to put you through a lot of
stress, remember your condition and
functuating blood pressure.” Clement replied
closing in on her.
“No matter what? Let me breakdown, let me
faint, so far it is because of you and
moreso….” She was saying when his lips met
hers and she stopped talking to savour his
sweet lips.
“Lets go in.” Clement said.
She nodded her head as they both walked into
their room.
Chief Clement smiled at their display of
affection.
Kelvin who was looking at them from the
stairs angrily walked back into his room
slamming the door behind him, such that the
only picture that hung on the wall fell to the
floor and shattered into pieces.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Benson has been moody right from the time,
his wife decided to save him from public
disgrace. Unknown to her, she saved herself
the tears that’ll roll down her smooth cheeks
when she eventually found out his sex scandal
with popular model, Sandra Oselu.
“So, this woman is richer than me? Forty
million naira in her fixed account?” He asked
himself.
FLASHBACK ON THE EVENTS OF THE
AFTERNOON
She handed a brown evelope over to him and
sat down beside him on the bed.
He tore the envelope impatiently and saw an
account details that threw him off balance.
It reads; “ON THE 25TH OF JULY 1986, A
FIXED ACCOUNT WAS CREATED BY CHIEF
ANYAELE IN RESPECT OF HIS NEW BORN
DAUGHTER, JOYCE’S EDUCATION. AS A
RESULT OF THE INTEREST INCURED, THE
DEPOSITED AMOUNT OF A MILLION AND A
HALF HAD GREW TO FORTY MILLION NAIRA
TWENTY EIGHT YEARS LATER.”
“How come the money wasn’t touched?”
Benson asked.
Joyce smiled as she planted a kiss on his lips.
“You see when I was born, my father was
diagnosed with cancer which at that time was
at its third stage and he was told to expect
death very soon. Which was why he deposited
a million and a half in my name so that
eighteen years later, I’ll be in the university
and it’ll be enough to see me through. But
miraculously, my father lived until a week
before my final exam as a student. And
therefore the money was untouched. It has
since been transferred into my personal
account.” Joyce explained.
Benson oppened his mouth in awe, he was
angry, he was happy, he was guilty.
He was angry because his wife was keeping
things from him, but on a second thought, he
knew he was guilty of this too. He was happy
because, afterall, he’ll be able to pay the
people who treathened to blackmail him and
therefore a last chance to put his marriage
beyond the reach of divorce or anything. He
was guilty because he had cheated on his
wife. He felt opening up to her will life up his
spirit a bit, but on a second thought, he knew,
he’ll lose his wife and the forty million.
“So you can use the money and pay that client
of yours. You can use the rest to upgrade your
law chamber. It has been your dream to
practice in America, why not take a stp
towards it?” His wife adviced.
Benson felt hot tears roll down his cheeks, its
a different thing to marry the one you love. A
different thing entirely is it to marry the bone
of your bone, the flsh of your flesh, and above
all, your love.
“Also, change your car from the money.” She
said.
“And you’ll have a big supermarket to your
name.” He replied.
She smiled happily. Its a good thing when you
have a loving ambitious husband whose
priority is his family and not his job who
could fold up one day.
“Lets make babies.” He said.
“Am all yours.”

Episode 97
Janet was lying on her bed when her phone
beeped. She picked it up and saw a message
from her bank. It was an alert of a credit
transaction that took place in her account a
few minutes ago. A sum of two million naira
has been paid by a certain Mr Benson.
She smiled happily as she mapped out how
she’ll spend the money. Then a realisation hit
her, this was supposed to be a revenge
mission and not a mere blackmail business.
Her mind flashed back to five years ago when
she just met Barrister Benson.
FIVE YEARS AGO
Janet walked into the living room looking very
tired but happy. The time was 6.30pm and
she just finished her evening lesson ahead of
her WASSCE and UTME. She was a young girl
of sixteen in senior secondary school three.
“Mum, how was it?” She asked as she dropped
her schoolbag.
Her mother who was seated in company of
some extended family members and her
sibling just looked at her sadly.
“Janet, you go inside and change your
uniform.” Her uncle said in a bid to excuse her
from the crucial family meeting.
“She is a family member, and the person we
are talking about is her father. So she has
every right to be here with us.” Her mother
said.
The family has been thrown into mourning,
since her father was arrested and accused of
fraud by his employers. He was accused to
transferring a sum of fifty million from the
company’s account into a foreign account.
And her father being the accountant was held
responsible. Every effort made by his family to
get him freed proved abortive, even after the
money was found, they still wanted him to be
jailed.
THE FOLLOWING DAY AT SCHOOL.
Omolola held her hand and dragged her out of
the class and led her to a secluded area
around the school hall.
“Janet, what is going to happen to your dad
now?” Omolola, her best friend. Her father also
works in the same company with Janet’s
father.
“The company said we should look for a
lawyer. And there is no money. You know they
have siezed our property, frozen our account.”
“So will you allow your dad to go to jail?”
Omolola asked.
“I don’t want him to go to jail, but now that
we don’t have money there is nothing I can
do.”
“I can help you.” Omolola announced.
“How?”
“We have a lawyer beside our house, he can
help us for free. All you have to do is pay him
back after your father is acquitted.”
+++AFTER SCHOOL THE SAME DAY++
Janet followed her friend home and they
visited the lawyer who promised to help them
out. He asked Janet to come back the
following day, so they can discuss alone.
BACK TO THE PRESENT
Hot tears rolled down her cheeks as she
remembered how Barrister Benson removed
her school uniform, he undies and had sex
with her thereby breaking her cherry, breaking
her virginity with a promise that, he’ll help her
out.
Her father was subsequently sent to prison
because Barrister Benson failed to show up
like he promised. He father died in his second
year in jail and her mother died a few weeks
afterwards. Her elder sister in a bid to cater
for her and her immediate elder brother took
to prostitution and she died of a deadly virus.
And her brother, up till today is yet to be
found.
All of this caused by her father’s unfortunate
jail term and most importantly, Barrister
Benson’s failure to show up him court as
promised. Ever since then, she has vowed to
revenge on Benson in the best possible ways.
And when she saw him defend a tax fraud
case for Sandra Oselu a year ago, she
contacted her long time partner in crime,
Rahman who quickly made a plan and she
was planted in Sandra Oselu’s house to get
facts. Things seemed to be leading to nowhere
until she caught Benson starring at Sandra
lustfully and Sandra dressed seductively. Then
she knew, something must happen between
them.

Episode 98

Kelvin angrily picked up his car keys and
walked out of the house. He drove out of the
compound with a boiling anger with one place
in mind, Sandra’s house. Even though he has
never been there before, he just hoped he’ll
have little or no problem locating the place.
The events of the day kept playing in his mind
and his anger grew further as he remembered
how is day went.
He remembered how he started the long and
eventful day by going on a mission to attack
the vice president’s convoy which he failed as
a result of luck which shone on the vice
president. He remembered Viktor who tried to
kill him at the stadium but luck was on his
side and he escaped death narrowly. He
remembered the short message he recieved
from the corporation, asking him to find his
own replacement in the corp. Then his
wonderful stay in the hospital where he put all
his worries behind him and joked with Clement
and Ngozi. His stay was pretty an unforgetful
one until he uconsciously blurted out how
much he loved a high tech weapon. Even
though he was quick to lie his way out of
being questioned by the police officers he was
with. He knew his brother, Clement didn’t
believe him and he was expecting a close tab
from his brother, he knew his brother will
occasionally sneak in on him in a bid to catch
him unawares, but he won’t give up.
The main reason why he was angry came
flashing in a second in his mind. This
infuriated him and his hit his fist on the car
steering wheel. The car blarred loudly even
though there was no vehicle in front of him.
Two and a half hours ago
Kelvin walked into the living room holding a
polythene bag. He proceeded towards the
staircase but his brother’s wife, Rachel
blocked his path.
“Welcome Kelv.” She said smiling.
“Rachie.” He replied maintaining a straight
face with a blank expression.
“Any problem?” She asked.
Kelvin kepy quiet for a few seconds trying to
figure out what actually changed his mood.
“How dare you Rachel? You are married
and….” He was saying when she quickly
covered his mouth with her palm.
“Shhh, don’t talk here.” She said as she held
his hands and led him upstairs into his room.
As they ascended the stairs, he could feel a
sensation running through him and he knew
what it was. This was the first time he’ll be
having this strange feeling around her. They
had had various body contacts over the years,
but this seemed different. The was a time they
both danced for hours in the living room
downstairs, a few weeks to her wedding, he
spent an hour with her in the swimming pool
throwing ball at each other. So why is he
feeling this now?
“Rachel, have you ever thought about your
fling with the doctor?” He asked.
“Kelvin, I think I already explained to you. This
doctor was my long time crush but you know
it is our mentality in Africa that men should
always ask the ladies out. Though I am happy
in my marriage. Its just that the old feeling
never died.” She explained.
“Don’t give me that old time crap. Was that
the reason why you allow him fvck you?” He
asked angrily.
Rachel was now staring at him like he was
some sort of a picture gallery. How humans
behave like remote controlled appliances. He
didn’t react when he saw her kissing the
doctor, why is he reacting after a week?
“We both know he we didn’t have sex. We only
kissed.”
“But you could have gone down with him
assuming I didn’t show up.” Kelvin replied.
“Believe me, it was exactly when I got my
senses back that you showed up.” she said.
They argued for a few minutes, she tried
persuading him for sometimes and he kept
threathening her.
Kelvin knew he was not in his right senses, he
knew he was under a certain influence, but he
could not name it.
“Since you are sex starved, I’ll advice you to
meet me here by midnight so we can settle
this issue. Failure to show up means….” He
was saying when a resounding slap which
echoed around the room landed on his cheek.
“Useless boy, how dare you make such
request? Do you think I am a slut? I am
carrying your brother’s baby and you are here
saying trash.”
He was awed by the reaction. He couldn’t talk,
he felt paralysed that second. She pushed him
violently out of the way as she marched out of
the room angrily.
He hissed at the thought of it. “She will surely
hear it. The last time I recieved a slap was
fifteen years ago.” He thought as he took the
right turn into Dolphin estate gate.

ALL IN A CIRCLE
#OpraDre

–to be continued–

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