Novels by Oyerinde laacim

Elnora Smith sat in her office, twirling the bugs found, between her fingers, then she abruptly got to her feet and headed out of her office, she knew what she was going to do with the bugs and the idea pleased her. An hour later, she was driving to her friend’s house, or “fortress” as she liked to call it. She had accomplished what she set out to do, if Bernard Newman wanted something to publish, then she’ll give him something. She smiled as she approached the house, when safely inside, she said to her friend “you heard and watched everything that happened right?” pointing to her computer her friend replied, “Yes, that was a lot of drama but as always you handled it just fine.” “Of course, I’m the best at these things” Nora proudly asserted, to which she received an eye roll and a playful smack on the shoulder. “Ouch, that hurt” she exclaimed, in a childlike voice. She walked over to the middle of the living room, turned on the TV, and slouched onto one of the black sofas, then

A short while later, Patricia was in front of her as she stood up and moved toward the door. Patricia opened the door silently, her head bowed and her hands shaking. Bernard was standing there waiting for her, he tried to grab her attention by looking up at her, but she completely disregarded him. As he watched her walk down the corridor, his shoulders slightly sagged. Lifting his shoulders, he got ready for his meeting with the CEO. He put on his signature charming smile like a thick coat of makeup and donned confidence like a coat as he walked up to the door and repeatedly knocked then waited for a response before entering. " Don't you realize that keeping me waiting is rude?" Elnora raised her attention to him and remarked with an expressionless face, "As you know Mr. Newman, I'm a very busy person." Pointing to the seats in front of her desk, she said " please have a seat" Bernard was absolutely caught off guard, but he immediately regained his composure and took his seat. El

It was going to be a long day for Nora but she was ready for anything as she walked into her office wearing a pair of beige pants, a black top and a pair of heels, she set her bag on the desk before settling into her chair. She would be meeting with the Journalist who was trying to cause a stair and the cleaner who acted as an insider, feeding him information about the company. She had to maintain her composure and stay in control no matter what happens today, she wasn't going to give any one of them the upper hand, especially the journalist. " why do they always have to be nosey?" She spoke only to herself and the room's emptiness, before heaving a sigh and getting to work on the papers in front of her. Thirty minutes later, she received a call from the lobby, she looked up at the computer on her desk which displayed live feeds of various CCTV cameras in her building one of which was the lobby, at the lobby stood a man whom she recognized as the Journalist, eyes still on the scree

The shrill sound of an alarm clock rang out , jolting him awake. Bernard cussed as he got to his feet, stopping the alarm clock with the touch of a button. It read 5:30. He had to prepare for his meeting with the CEO of FS Phoenix. He smiled. Finally, his article was getting recognition. He was determined to see this to the end. He will not be silenced. (Well, for the right price, he could be.) But that's not the point. He was going to stand his ground and make sure he got to the top with this article. He wanted to be recognized, he wanted to be one of the big names, and he'll do anything to get to that point. He snickered a little when he thought of the numerous individuals who cautioned him about going up against FS Phoenix. "It's a dead end. Many journalists have tried and failed. You'll be wasting your time," one told him. "Well look who's trending now!" He laughed and said, "Haters." You all are just hostile, you never wanted me to progress because I'm not from this country. "

"I found the insider," Nora's friend said to her as she walked into their shared office, her heels softly clicking the tiles. Her eyes lit up, then suddenly became clouded by anger, "Who is it? " She asked as she dropped her bag on the desk in front of her friend. With an incredulous smile, her friend replied, "It's one of the cleaners. We probably left a clue or something in this office." That's the only way she could have found something out. I also found out a lot of interesting things, like how boring going through CCTV footage is. " She let out a loud frustrated sigh, laughed a little, then said to Nora, "please have a seat." Nora obliged and took her seat facing her friend, who slid some pictures over to her. She picked the photographs up and began flipping through "she's dating..." It's more like the journalist is fooling around with her, he's only using her, for want of better words to describe what they're doing, rolling her eyes, she paused, then continued speaking. "Th

Robbin got to her feet, gathering her clothes in her arms. "Hurry up, you have to leave immediately," a female voice said. Startled, Robbin jumped, dropping her clothes in the process. She looked in the direction of the voice and saw a young girl around her age standing with a small black bag slung over her shoulder. The girl looked annoyed and impatient as she spoke again, "hurry, put your clothes on, we have to leave. You don't want to get caught with a body, now do you? " Robbin looked at the girl, then at the man, then back at the girl, who was getting increasingly impatient. She quickly put her clothes on and stared back at the girl who was now walking towards her. "For someone who just killed a man, you really are dumb. Come on, let's go," the girl said, grabbing her hand. She dragged her out of the house through the back door. "Wait," Robbin said, stopping in her tracks. "What now?" The girl, impatiently and slightly annoyed, asked, bouncing from one foot to the ot