contract - Season 1 - Episode 42

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contract - Season 1 - Episode 42

“Yeah. Just help me get information about it
before she goes tomorrow.” He said.

“Why do you want to get information about
it so bad though? Afraid that those male
models would steal her from you?” Joseph
teased.

“Nope. She wears a wedding ring when she
goes out. Says that ‘people stare’.” Tobi
said with a smirk though he knew Joseph
couldn’t see him.

“Wow. Eya for her. Okay, I’ll make some
calls. Mail you whatever I find.” Joseph
said.

“Thanks.”

…
Before Tobi went for lunch, he checked his
mail and saw the message from Joseph
about the modelling agency.
His stomach clenched in fear as he read
what Joseph sent to him. At that second,
his phone rang.
“Yeah.” He said after looking at the caller
ID. It was Joseph.
“Have you seen it?” Joseph asked, fear also
evident in his voice.

“Yeah. Thank God she’s going tomorrow. I’ll
show it to her when I get home. But let me
call her first.” Tobi said.
“Okay. It’s a good thing you checked.”
Joseph said.
“Yeah. Let me call her.”
He hung up and dialled Abena’s number, still
staring at the email.

Her phone was switched off. He tried the
house phone but it just rang repeatedly.
A wave of fear swept through him. He
grabbed his blazer, and phone and rushed
out of the office.

…
Abena walked into the modelling agency.
The manager had called her that her
appointment had been moved back because
they were in a hurry.

She didn’t mind anyway, she had nothing to
do at home. She had switched off her phone
so she could concentrate. She sat
comfortably in the office and the man came
inside, and handed her a cup of Orange
juice.

“How are you doing Mrs. Omotosho?” He
gave her a warm smile and sat down in the
chair opposite her.

“Excited.” She beamed at him.
“Good. The photographer is setting up, and
the make up artist would be here soon to
touch you up.” He explained.

“Okay. Thank you.” She blinked and shook
her head. She was feeling dizzy. The man
kept on smiling at her, and her gaze
flickered to the glass of Orange juice.
“What did you do?” Her voice slurred. She
shook her head vehemently, hoping to get
rid of the dizziness, but it was just worse.

“The thing about you Nigerian girls is that
when you have a chance to be famous, you
don’t think twice before saying yes.” He
said, giving her a sinister smile.

Her eyes felt heavy and before she fell into
an uncertain slumber, she heard his sinister
chuckle.

She felt tired of struggling, and hesitantly
gave in into the darkness.