In no time,they were in DPO's office and James had questioned him as to the reason he had Joyce arrested when he had clearly stated that he had no intention of pursuing the case.
The officer smiled a little at James' reaction. "Sir, you know it is actually impossible for us to take such step without prior permission," he explained.
"Then, who gave you the permission?" James was curious. He knew the only people who could give suslch permission was his family,but who exactly was it?
"Your mother came here and inform me that you changed your mind about the case and that you wanted the culprit to face the wrath of the law," the police man expounded.
James placed his elbows on the desk before him and buried his face in his palms. How could his mother do that? What had even gotten into her? For as much as she knew,she really loved Joyce as her own child. But why would that change all of a sudden? He trie
James brought Joyce and her mother home after leaving the police station. The DPO had sent some of his men to Vivian's address that he had given to have her arrested.But, throughout their ride in the car, Joyce did not say a word, nor did she even glance at him once from where she was sitting beside him. He was the one stealing glances and yearning for her to meet his eyes and that was quite torturing for him. She had changed and he hoped that the reason should just be that she was stressed out and not because she had gotten tired of him.He didn't want that. He never did.He parked in their front porch and alighted to help Joyce out of the car. Her mother joined them, holding Joyce's other hand and started walking her in. She was too weak to be able to walk on her own."Sorry, my dear," Felicia said as she opened the front door for them to go inside."Oh, dear! You got me s
James got to his car and opened the door for his fiancee to alight. That was what they had planned that morning when Annabelle had uninvitedly visit her house to apologize and explain the reasons behind her actions.Joyce had found out that her story of being sexually molested by her uncle was true and Vivian had used that as her first weapon, promising to help her fly out of the country if she would obey her."I really hesitated at first because I knew it was wrong and because you were so nice to me, but my desperation to escape from my uncle got the best of me and I had no choice but to do it, especially after Vivian told me that she was initially with Mister James before you ruined it,"Annabelle had explained earlier that morning.Joyce did not seem shocked after hearing her explanation that morning. She was only disappointed in her. But she understood her. She had her reasons, just that her way of making things right
James Andrew, the CEO of Andrews Limited sighed heavily on the chair in his large and well furnished office, besuited in color red and white shirt. It was valentine's day. But,he had no one to celebrate with at the age of thirty. No woman was in his life. They all date,use and jilt him for no reason exactly. It was obvious they were all after his money so he decided to remain a bachelor for a while. James sat upright as he pondered about his life. His parents had been pestering him,wanting to see their grandchildren . They wanted him to choose a woman from a good home and who he loved. They did not want to choose for him. Being the third and last born,he was cherished and loved by his twins brothers,Peter and Paul. His brothers had gotten married and had two kids each. He was the only single in the family. The more he pondered,the more he realized that none of these women had any tangible reason neither did he find any flaw in himself. He was handsome,tall and with sligh
"Mum,dad. I will really kill myself if you don't get me a job that pays well," Joyce cried,stamping her feet on the ground in akimbo. She was a beautiful young lady of twenty five but with a petty job even though she was a literate. Her parents knew her to be always unserious and careless but with integrity. She was also known to be a trouble 'stirer.' She had beaten a few men,till they lost consciousness,who had asked her parents for her hand in marriage. Both rich and poor men. Joyce had once ended up behind bar as a result of 'disciplining',as she claimed it,a rich man who asked for her name and address. It seemed the man was persistent as she refused to give him what he wanted,so she 'disciplined' him. "Joyce," her parents chorused. "Be calm," Donald,her father said. "You can kill us if you want or yourself. Aren't you supposed to be the one out there seeking up and down for a job?" Felicia,her mother said. She continued, "You have no shame,dear child. So,you want your father a
Joyce Donald was in her place of work,chatting with a friend named Angela. They were both working as waitresses in an eatery which was popularly known as 'Yes,thanks.' The nickname was given to the restaurant as anybody as anybody who ate there always request for more. 'Yes,thanks' had always been the reply of most customers if they were asked, "Do you enjoy the meal?" Or "Do you want to order for more?" "No matter how popular this place is,Angela,it will be bad if the pay refuses to increase. So many waiters and waitresses have been complaining about that," Joyce said to her friend. "It's not as if they are not earning,Joyce. They are gaining a lot. The manager is just too stingy. He is a miser," Angela pointed out. Felix,the manager of the restaurant approached them. Talk of the devil. They were shocked at first but relaxed when they notice he didn't hear the gossip. "Joyce,I want to ask you for a favor," he began. "The man at the entrance..." He paused
James Andrew was in his house,reading an article in the newspaper about unemployed graduates and blaming the government for their incapability to solve the problem. He felt for them. His brothers arrived as he was about to rise up and go inside. They exchanged pleasantries and he offered them seats and entertained them. "Happy weekend, brothers. How are you doing? Your wives and children?" James asked his brothers. "James you know I dislike many questions. One at a time," Paul Andrew said. "Alright. Anyway, what made you two come here? You don't visit me often," James pointed out. "Just to say 'Hi' to our little brother," the twins chorused and laughed. They chatted for a while longer and Peter changed the subject they were discussing about. He asked James if there was any vacancy in his company where someone could work and receive high salary. "Brother,does Cecilia want to work in my company?" James asked thoughtfully. "My wife is not going to wo
Vivian once again visited James on Sunday and insisted that James should follow her to a place. He refused at first but she was really persistent. He had no choice. They were halfway to the place when he broke the silence playing around them. "Viv,where did you say we're going?" James asked with curiosity. He was just being directed by her on where to take a turn right or left. He was the one driving in his car but he's ignorant of the place. "Yes,thanks," she replied and the expression that appeared on his face was the perfect definition of confusion. "Pardon?" Vivian laughed. "I know you'll be confused. You need to take a look at your face," she told him between laughter. "Anyway, that's the name. It's a popular eatery. I just want us to try the place," she furthered to qu
"Calm down. Miss,will you stop this?" Vivian pleaded but Joyce went on,not regarding her plea. "Hello, Mr Pride. Who are you? If not for the fact that you're a customer here,I would have done something you wouldn't expect to you," she paused and survey the place. Mr Manager wasn't around and there were also few customers and that's because it was Sunday. "Here's your tie,washed,dried and ironed smoothly. What else do you want me to do?" She asked, softening up. "Miss Joyce,I will report you to your manager," Vivian threatened with all seriousness. "Oh,no,pretty woman! What do you want me to do? Okay,I think I understand," she said repentantly,not that she gave a dam* about her manager but because...... Well,she didn't know. "Mr Handsome," she called. "I'm sor
James got to his car and opened the door for his fiancee to alight. That was what they had planned that morning when Annabelle had uninvitedly visit her house to apologize and explain the reasons behind her actions.Joyce had found out that her story of being sexually molested by her uncle was true and Vivian had used that as her first weapon, promising to help her fly out of the country if she would obey her."I really hesitated at first because I knew it was wrong and because you were so nice to me, but my desperation to escape from my uncle got the best of me and I had no choice but to do it, especially after Vivian told me that she was initially with Mister James before you ruined it,"Annabelle had explained earlier that morning.Joyce did not seem shocked after hearing her explanation that morning. She was only disappointed in her. But she understood her. She had her reasons, just that her way of making things right
James brought Joyce and her mother home after leaving the police station. The DPO had sent some of his men to Vivian's address that he had given to have her arrested.But, throughout their ride in the car, Joyce did not say a word, nor did she even glance at him once from where she was sitting beside him. He was the one stealing glances and yearning for her to meet his eyes and that was quite torturing for him. She had changed and he hoped that the reason should just be that she was stressed out and not because she had gotten tired of him.He didn't want that. He never did.He parked in their front porch and alighted to help Joyce out of the car. Her mother joined them, holding Joyce's other hand and started walking her in. She was too weak to be able to walk on her own."Sorry, my dear," Felicia said as she opened the front door for them to go inside."Oh, dear! You got me s
In no time,they were in DPO's office and James had questioned him as to the reason he had Joyce arrested when he had clearly stated that he had no intention of pursuing the case.The officer smiled a little at James' reaction. "Sir, you know it is actually impossible for us to take such step without prior permission," he explained."Then, who gave you the permission?" James was curious. He knew the only people who could give suslch permission was his family,but who exactly was it?"Your mother came here and inform me that you changed your mind about the case and that you wanted the culprit to face the wrath of the law," the police man expounded.James placed his elbows on the desk before him and buried his face in his palms. How could his mother do that? What had even gotten into her? For as much as she knew,she really loved Joyce as her own child. But why would that change all of a sudden? He trie
James was almost at his mother's house when his phone started ringing. He looked at the screen and saw that it was Joyce's mother calling him. What could be wrong? She had never called him ever since the incident happened. Not for once. He feared something might have happened to Joyce, so he quickly answered the call and greeted.The woman did not answer his greeting but went directly to her reason for calling her. One should not heat around the bush in cases like hers or it would be dangerous. "I beg of you, my dear, let Joyce be released from the police's custody. She knew absolutely nothing about the money," she was in tears and that was noticeable through her voice.James felt shivers ran down his spine. What was she talking about? Joyce? In police's custody? How? When?He swerved to the side of the road, halting the car with the ignition on. "What!" That was the only word that had the courage to leave his mouth despite all the
James glared at her as they got into the compound. He was furious. He had actually not expected that of Vivian. He was aware that she did not seem to like Joyce with reasons that are vague to him, but she should not have blurted it out like that. It was an embarrassment to him and would definitely tarnish Joyce's reputation with his workers. He did not want that.Vivian could only give an evil smile as she folded her arms and watched his actions. Exactly what she wanted, to make him mad.She loved seeing him in such a state. She knew he was trying to tell her something with the way he opened his mouth and closed them back. He seemed too angry to say anything, so she decided to help him out. "Are you perhaps wondering how I got to know about it?"James narrowed his eyes at her. That was not exactly what she was pondering on, but it would not be so bad to know where she got the news from. "Yeah?" No one knew about the issue
James was in his office for the first time in weeks. He needed to go if he did not want his company to liquidate. He had to monitor the business going on in the company or he was going to lose a whole lot.Things had not been very easy for him. He had not been doing well and the sadness within him was boldly written on his face. Anyone could see that he had not been his usual self. Most of his employees had been asking him what was wrong with him and all he could tell them was that he fell sick. That was not a lie actually, and it was definitely not the truth as well. But he could not just be explaining everything that happened to them. That was his personal life and problem.He managed to finish some paperworks at work and gave the rest up till the following day. He had piles of files to go through. How he wished Joyce was still with him! Those contracts would take her not more than a day to review,which would make it easier for him to
What was her mother talking about? Preg –what? Was that how easy it was to conceive? It was not a bad news, but nor was it a good news, too. How perfect would it be if she could share the news with James! He did not even pick her calls nor call back anymore. Perhaps, he was still angry. He might have totally forgotten about her.But, it could be true. She had not seen her period that month, but she had been too bothered to notice.A tear escaped from one of her eyes and like a flash of lightning, she moved her palm and wiped the stubborn stroke of tear away from her cheek. She should not get too emotional, but how could that be possible when she had no happiness?What was it that she did wrong to deserve the suffering she was having now? She would not mind if she had to apologize to anyone to regain her joy. Just mention who."What did you say, mum?" It was possible for her to actually be ove
Joyce rushed outside her room to the bathroom to puke. She had been ill and had been having morning sickness for a few days now. She had been feeling very weak and lazy to even wash to even wash the dishes.She opened the tap and rinsed her mouth a few times. She placed her hands on the zinc and sighed, looking at herself in the mirror. "I need to get myself treated for malaria," she muttered to herself as she closed her eyes briefly. She heard someone cleared their throat behind her, so she looked at the entrance beside her and saw her mother watching her in some kind of way. She could not decipher what the look meant, so she raised a brow, indirectly asking her mother what the problem was and why she was staring, more like glaring at her.Instead of replying, Felicia moved closer to her and soothingly rubbed her daughter's belly, hoping she would get the hint of what she was trying to relay to her. But unfortunately, Joyce looked
It had been a week since the kidnapping of Joyce's parents and Annabelle was just going back to Vivian's house after buying herself a dinner.Vivian had promised to take her out of the country the following week and she had been very excited about that. She literally bounced her way back home as she lingered on the thought of what she could do when she got abroad. Her thoughts strayed to the suffering and molestation she had experienced in her Uncle's house.His Uncle never allowed her to leave the house. He would lock the door with her inside whenever he was going to work and come inside her room to sexually harass herwhen he got back. She had been so helpless at the time, and that was why she had not hesitated to live with Vivian when she had suggested it.She could almost not believe that she would be running away from him forever. Her plan was to travel out of the country and never come back to Nigeria since she had