The day slowly passed and Angela decided to tell her friend Zora, a college bestie about her new employment.
Inside Angela’s room, Angela was lying on her bed chatting with Zora on her phone. She swung her legs happily behind her as she laid on her belly holding the phone to her ears.
“Trust me I was very scared with the way applicants were coming in as quickly as they entered the room,” Angela expressed.
“Wow. You are brave. I would have left the place the moment I realized I didn’t fit the profile,” Zora said.
“Well, the only thing that prevented me from leaving was my outfit and fear,” Angela said and Zora laughed on the other end of the call.
“Your outfit and fear? How?” Zora asked.
“Well, I was the only one who appeared to be poorly dressed. I couldn’t bring myself to walk in front of the expensively dressed applicants. That would be so embarrassing,” Angela said.
“Good you dressed poorly then, if not panic would have taken you out of the competition,” Zora said. “You know what. You have to celebrate. A Mask Party is happening downtown tonight. I know you hate for people to see you around places like clubs that is why I feel you will be okay with this one wearing a mask. Your identity will be hidden,” she proposed.
“Zora, bad things always happen in those clubs. You can come around. We will watch a movie and have some drinks,” Angela suggested.
“Boring. The theme for the club fun is Mask it Up. It will be fun. No one will see you,” Zora convinced.
“Zora,” Angela began but Zora interrupted.
“No buts. You are coming with me and that is finally. Girl, you need to see the real world and know a little bit of what’s up. If not, you will remain a greenhorn forever. Today’s men like a woman with a little knowledge, not a greenhorn,” Zora said and Angela rolled her eyes.
“I will see you in an hour. I will get you something for the party tonight,” Zora added.
“Okay. Whatever,” Angela reluctantly agreed.
She will be wearing a mask and she felt that will make her feel okay visiting places like that. She made a mental note to leave if anything that showed signs of a fight was about to happen.
Later that even, Zora came by the house holding a bag. She greeted Mr and Mrs Anderson before going up to Angela’s room.
Zora frowned immediately when she found Angela dressed in a long straight dress with a flower design all over it.
"Girl, what are you wearing?" Zora asked making a face.
"A straight dress," Angela replied.
"Girl, we are not going to church. It is a club. We are not going to do praise and worship. You need to look hot," Zora said and pulled the black cocktail dress out of the bag she was holding.
Angela stared at the dress which almost looked like a ballerina's dancing dress except the flare at the waist was not that stiff but it was short too.
"You expect me to wear that?" Angela asked staring at the dress.
"Yes," Zora replied with a smile.
"NO," Angela protested.
"Yes," Zora repeated. “Now, go put it on,” Zora said and the dress over to Angela.
She pushed Angela towards the bathroom so she could change into the outfit. The dress had glass beads at the front making it sparkle under the light.
“Is this not too short?” Angela complained looking at the beautiful dress she was holding as Zora pushed her towards the bathroom.
“It is late and the lights will be dimmed. Who will see those legs of yours anyway? Even though if I had legs like yours, trust me, I would put them out for exhibition,” Zora said and she pushed Angela into the bathroom to change.
Angela returned to the bedroom wearing the cocktail dress. Zora’s eyes lit up as she admired Angela in the dress. Angela tagged at the length of the dress which was exposing fifty per cent of her thigh.
“Zora, I am not comfortable in this dress. It is too short,” Angela complained.
“Girl, where are you from? The Stone Age era? I bet even Mary did know how to dress sexily reason Samson fell in love with her and despite her pregnancy, he still couldn’t leave her,” Zora said and Angela frowned.
“It was Joseph, not Samson and in those times they didn’t wear clothes that expose their bodies like this,” Angela corrected. "In fact, they wear clothes that cover their bodies from head to toe," she added and Zora rolled her eyes getting some make-up from her bag.
“I am talking about Samson. What is the name of the girl who seduced him again?” Zora asked as she fixed the dress on Angela and pushed her to sit on the bed so she could do some make-up for her.
“You mean Delilah?” Angela asked rolling her eyes.
“Yeah, she,” Zora said and started doing a light make-up for Angela.
“Zora, Delilah was bad news. She destroyed Samson. I don’t think you want me to be a Delilah tonight?” Angela said and remained seated as Zora did the make-up for her.
“I think; Delilah was a bad person by choice. How about you be the good version of Delilah? Being good by choice. Find Samson and this time help him accomplish God’s work on Earth,” Zora said smiling as she admired the makeup she had done for Angela.
Angela facepalmed hearing Zora's statement.
“If you want to advise me using the bible, at least get your stories right. I am not going to be Delilah,” Angela said and the next minute she found herself in a car heading to the club in the dress she didn’t want to wear.
Mr and Mrs Anderson were happy to see Angela look different for the first time and felt okay because it wasn't late. Angela had a long coat over her black cocktail dress and her makeup was amazing. Zora also promised to bring Angela back home in one pierce. She had a car.
At the popular club, located in a popular place, in the city of New York, Angela and Zora strode in after Zora tipped the man at the gate heavily.
“Now, we can get some men to buy us drink. Here are some few rules when you go to a club or any party,” Zora said whispering into Angela’s ears.
“Never leave your drink. Carry it everywhere you go. When a guy is bothering you, you have two options, remain calm or walk away. Usually, there is always a good guy watching who will come to your rescue,” Zora said and Angela frowned.
“Is that automatic?” Angela asked.
“I don’t know but that is how good girls find their dream men in movies,” Zora said and Angela shook her head.
“Now, last rule, never be alone. Always find the biggest guy in the club and chat with him. They will protect you,” Zora added and Angela raised her eyebrow. “You will be fine. You have beautiful legs, eyes and nose. Girl you are beautiful and most guys who come here are rich and powerful. They hate to see a damsel in distress,” Zora added and pulled Angela into the crowd of people.
“This place is too crowded. Let me see if we can bribe our way to VIP 1,” Zora shouted the words out pulling Angela with her.
“Hey Jose, you remember me,” Zora said to the man at the entrance of the VIP 1.
“Hello Trouble, what do you want this time?” Jose replied.
Angela stared at the man who appeared to be huge and had tattoos around his neck.
“I am showing my girlfriend around. I just want her to explore a place less crowded,” Zora replied.
“You know the drill,” Jose replied and Zora leaned in wrapping her arms around the man.
Angela did not see what Zora did but the man allowed them into the VIP 1 section. The place was indeed less crowded.
“Now, here we will get free drinks. Only the rich come up to this space and the next VIP space is for extremely rich people,” Zora said and Angela just nodded.
Zora approached a certain man and started flirting with him but Angela stood there quietly.
“Does your friend speak?” the man asked.
“Yeah, she but that is something she does after getting a drink,” Zora said and the man bought them a drink.
They sat on the bar stool chatting and Zora left with the man to the dance floor. Angela looked at the two dancing. She emptied her glass and felt like using the washroom. She asked the bartender where she could find the washroom and he directed her.
Angela decided to use the washroom and returned without bothering Zora. She went in the direction the bartender showed her but as soon as she exited the space, her mouth was covered with a cloth and after a little struggle she passed out.
An hour earlier, before Angela and Zora entered the VIP 1 Section. The bartender heard his phone vibrate. Seeing the caller, he exited the bar into the backroom to answer the call.“Hello,” the bartender said, once he was alone inside the backroom of the bar.“I just got an alert that the target is in the club. She is heading towards the VIP 1 section with her friend as we speak,” said the caller.“How do I identify her?” the bartender asked.“She will be the only girl in a black dress in the VIP section,” the caller replied.“Noted,” the bartender replied and returned to the bar to continue serving the customers.His eyes hungrily scanned the people in the section but there was no lady in a black dress anywhere. After an hour, two ladies walked in, Angela and Zora. Angela was wearing a black cocktail dress and Zora was in a dark blue close-fitting straight dress whose length was just up to her thigh. The two were approached by a man who walked them to the bar. The man bought a drink
Zora left the club and went to sit in her car. She was hoping she would see Angela once the people began to leave. Meanwhile, inside a room, Angela was asleep wrapped in the arms of a man both naked. Outside, inside the car, Zora could no longer fight nature. She dosed off to sleep.Angela slowly opened her eyes. Her eyes widened when she saw the ceiling she was staring at. She tried to move but her gaze quickly got sight of the man lying down next to her. She raised the blanket, looked inside and quickly brought it down with shock plastered on her face. They were both naked. Angela panicked and fell off the bed. Her fall woke the man up.Still sitting on the floor holding the blanket as a cover. She stared at the man who slowly sat up on the bed not caring about his current state. She recognized the man as the one who had interviewed her at Diamond Corporation. She held on to the blanket and pushed herself back while sitting on the floor away from the bed as she stared at the man who
Angela lay on her bed tossing and turning, trying to come up with something to tell her parents so they would allow her to leave home and move in with Bryce, but nothing came to mind. She defeated all the ideas that came to mind with the excuse her parents would see right true her. She had not had a reason to lie to them before. This was going to be her first time. Zora came to mind and she remembered she never saw her again after leaving with the strange man to dance. She fetched her phone which had charged up a little and dialled Zora's number."Hello Zora," Angela said."Girlfriend, where are you?" Zora asked sounding relieved. "I am home," Angela replied sounding downcast."I am glad you are safe, but why would you do that to me? I looked for you everywhere and ended up sleeping in my car outside," Zora said sounding unhappy."I am sorry, but something happened. Can you please come over to my place? I really need your help with something," Angela requested."Okay, fine, but you o
Angela and Zora stared at Mr Anderson who stood there for a while not saying anything. Angela started feeling anxious thinking Mr Anderson had seen through her."Honey, come listen to something," Mr Anderson said and returned to the living room."I thought you said it was going to work," Angela whispered to Zora as soon as Mr Anderson went back into the living room."It was a suggestion. I didn't say it was going to yield the needed results," Angela raised an eyebrow hearing Zora's reply. "Well, we need to know what is going to happen next. Let's go inside," she added pulling Angela towards the living room."Our daughter is moving out," Mr Anderson said to his wife who was sitting on the sofa reading a magazine. "What?" Mrs Anderson reacted lowering the magazine and placing it next sofa to her side, but just then Angela and Zora strode in. "Why?" she asked taking her eyeglasses off."Her new job came with an accommodation," Mr Anderson said and found himself a seat."Angela, are you
"Good. You are here," Bryce said and started descending the staircase.The servant seeing Bryce, bowed to him and left the place. Angela remained rooted to her spot holding the roller handle of her small travelling bag. She stared at Bryce as he descended the staircase and she couldn't help but admire him. In the interview room, she was nervous and hence didn't pay much attention to him. His eyes were something else so she avoided looking at him. At the club when she woke up next to him, she was terrified and confused. So again, she could not look at him. All through her time with him, this was the only time she was taking a good look at him."It is rude to stare," Bryce said when he was now standing in front of Angela."I am sorry," Angela apologize and lowered her head."Come with me. I will show you to your room. We can have supper was you have settled in," Bryce said calmly."Yes please, " Angela acknowledged and Bryce called one of the servants to come for Angela's bag.Bryce and
Susan smiled staring at Angela but the smile vanished immediately. She stood to her feet, went round her chair and stood behind it, resting her elbow on the backrest."Now this is very important. Write them down or memorize them like your life depends on it," Susan began, sounding like they were in a military and Susan was the commander."Your work starts like now. For today, the President would be here at exactly 10 a.m. He is currently at a meeting outside the office. Since today is your first day, he will pardon you but in subsequent meetings, you are expected to be present. The president move you move," Susan said. "Understood?" she asked and Angela nodded."When a question is asked you answer with your lips, not your head," Susan snapped slamming her hand on the table causing Angela to jump in her seat."Yes, ma'am," Angela replied and Susan continued pacing up and down as she delivered the rest of her instructions."You must always be on time. No lateness would be tolerated. A m
"Where are your shoes?" Bryce asked staring at shocked Angela. Angela blinked twice to make sure she was seeing right. Bryce left home Sunday morning and never returned. He didn't even call her and this morning she walked into the president's office to find him sitting in the president's seat. Is he the president? Angela thought staring at Bryce. I am married to the president. She thought still staring at Bryce."I asked you a question?" Bryce said, his expression changing into a frown."What?" Angela said trying to remember the question Bryce asked earlier snapping from her short daze."Where are your shoes?" Bryce repeated the question and Angela stared at her feet which were without shoes."I..I..," Angela began shifting her gaze back to Bryce but she had nothing to say.Bryce pressed a number on the phone on his table."Hello Mr President," came Susan's voice."Come to my office, now," Bryce said and Angela took a step back wondering what was going on.Bryce was acting like she
Even though Angela didn't want to be late for the meeting, her other reason for following Bryce was that she didn't know where the meeting was taking place or how to get there."I want everyone to be proactive, but it doesn't mean you should risk your life. If it is too difficult to be proactive, you can quit," Bryce said coldly and adjusted his tie.His attempt to save Angela from getting hurt moved his tie from its position. Looking at his reflection in the elevator mirror, he properly positioned his tie."That is the thing. I don't want to lose my job. So if I have to fly without wings to beat time. I will. I will just guide my life, so I don't lose it in the process," Angela said, still with her head lowered wondering how Bryce was treating her that way. She didn't expect any special treatment for being his wife but she was not expecting this cruel treatment either.Bryce stared at her with a frown. He wondered where Angela got her boldness to reply to him. Most employees would j