She Dies - Season 1 - Episode 49

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She Dies - Season 1 - Episode 49

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Lucia stood, her legs flaccid. She knew it was
pointless arguing. Her freedom depended on
whatever she made out of the assignment.
Only Thelda could save her at the moment
and she knew it. She looked at Thelda, “I’ll
give you a call in an hour. Get everything
about my walking out ready. I’ll dispose of
their bodies where they can never be found.

She walked to the door and was already
holding the bolt when Thelda said,
“Wait.”

Lucia stopped and swung around to face her.
“Reagan can sometimes be mysterious.” She placed the glass on the stool, walked up to
her and put a palm on her shoulder, “In case
you don’t find them in that apartment, he has another secret apartment at No7 Steve
Avenue. He might decide to change location.
Good luck.”

Lucia nodded and was out of the building.

Later in the day, Thelda was waiting for
Anabel in her apartment in Kutra, the
country’s capital. She took her phone from her bag on the couch and called Reagan for the umpteenth time. The phone rang severally but he still didn’t pick. She smirked and tried to imagine what could’ve kept him from killing Stella.

Had Stella charmed him with her
beauty? Was Reagan trying to help Stella?
Had Stella outsmarted Reagan? Was
something wrong with Reagan? Did he lose
his phone? Thousands of thoughts whirled
around in her mind and at a point she thought
she was going to have a heart attack. She
rose from the couch and strolled to the fridge,
then opened it, selected a bottle of Madeira
and took a glass from the rack. Back in the
sitting room, she pulled a stool and placed
them on it. She uncorked the wine, filled the
glass and gulped it down. She put the glass
on the stool and slowly rested her back on the
couch. She shut her eyes and her mind went
to Lucia. Was she being wise using a total
stranger she had only seen for few minutes?

Was Lucia going to succeed? Would Reagan
overpower Lucia? Would Lucia who wanted
her freedom at all cost decide to recourse to
the police? Would she try to find a means of
having an audience with the president? At this
point, she remembered she didn’t even ask her how she got her mobile number.

She gritted her teeth at her forgetfulness and felt her heart pumping with nervousness.

She started considering where she must have got her number from. Her thought went to Anabel but she quickly eliminated the thought. Anabel couldn’t have given out her number without her consent. Moreover, from how Anabel had behaved, there was something lost between them. After few minutes of thought, she remembered the presidential villa and found her head nodding. That was the only place Lucia could’ve got her number from.

The villa was filled with many philanderers and one of them who might have Lucia as a mistress could’ve easily given out her number.

Thelda concluded that Lucia could decide to talk this aide into arranging for her to have an
audience with the president. That would be
easy for her to do; she had an attractive face
with a cute body that could move any man to
do anything she wanted. Thelda remembered
that President Wilfred was not in good terms
with her husband when he was alive and was
overtaken by a sudden chill that lasted for few
minutes. The president would definitely put his
full weight to ensure she was brought to book.
Her imagination went to the senator and she
shuddered. He would be mad at her if such
incidence showed up and he was always
aggressive whenever he was flared. From the
excessive sweat that suddenly filled her face,
she knew she would eventually have a heart
attack if she continued nursing those negative
thoughts. She fought to redirect her mind to
imagine Lucia calling her back in an hour she
had promised and announcing she had
eventually gotten rid of them. At last, she was
able to control her thoughts and she
concentrated on Lucia successfully carrying
out the assignment. She was glad for her wise
decision of paying her twenty million Duros
and she knew that was enough to motivate her to do as agreed. She remembered how Lucia looked. She was beautiful, with a good shape and was almost the same age with her
daughter. When she had killed Reagan and her
daughter, she could decide to take her in and
treat her like her daughter. She could take her
to the heights she had dreamed for Stella. She
suddenly became ecstatic. With Lucia, she
would easily get over the demise of Stella. She
started to smile. With her, she would start her
life allover and_