Monster Unleashed - Season 1 - Episode 9

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Monster Unleashed - Season 1 - Episode 9

“Hey, cousin!” said Nancy enthusiastically.
She was in the living room, watching one of her favorite T.V. Series.
I sat opposite her.

“Hi.” I replied in a low tone.
“You look gloomy, what happened? Did the date go well?”
“Everything went well.”
Nancy raised her eyebrows. “What’s with the face then?”
“Everything went well, till the bastard decided to steal a kiss from me.”
“No,” Nancy gasped, “He didn’t.”
I inclined my head dramatically, “Of course he did!”
“How was it?”
I stared at Nancy. Not believing what I was hearing.

“Nancy,” I said, giving her a bad stare. “I just met this guy today and he kissed me several hours later and you’re here asking me how the kiss was? Unbelievable! My dear, I ain’t no w---e.”

Nancy heaved a deep sigh. “Cathy,” she said, intently staring at me, “don’t be so uptight, it was just a kiss!”
I smirked. “A kiss that earned him a hot slap.”

For the next dozen minutes, Nancy kept on rebuking me saying I shouldn’t have hit Jason. Trust her to find nothing wrong with the incident. After all, she seldom got any suitors.

In an attempt to change the subject, I said, “And how did the meeting with Mr. Njobvu go?”

Nancy smiled. “Perfect!” she exclaimed. “We got ourself a deal. He invests K350, 000 and we add up the rest, help him put up a shopping mall and boom! We have 35% shares.”
“Just like that?” I asked.

“Yeah, we are a renouned real estate development company, Cathy. What do you expect?”

“That’s great news,” I said enthusiastically, “let’s have a toast.”
After having some glasses of wine, Nancy and I retired to bed. Cynthia showed up just as I was climbing up the stairs. She tried her best to ridicule me over my acquaintance with Jason Banda but my euphoria over the Njobvu contract outshone her negativity.

The following morning, as usual, my alarm clock woke me up.

Without hesitating, I slipped into my jogging attire and was about to give Nancy a call when my phone buzzed. Private number.
I frowned. Who calls this early? “Yes?” I spoke into the phone.

“Morning, Cathy.” said a male voice. I made out who it was instantly.
“Jason,” I hissed, “would you care telling me how you got my line?”
“That doesn’t matter. Sorry for what I did last night.”

“Jason, it’s inappropriate to steal kisses from a lady. Much less, a lady you’ve only known on a personal level for less than 24 hours!”

“Cathy, I said am sorry! Here’s what we’ll do, let’s meet at O’Haggan’s this afternoon. We’ll talk about this over lunch. 1 PM on the dot.”

I snorted. “And what makes you so certain I’ll be there?”
“I know you will.” said Jason and the line went dead.

The nerve of this guy! What does he think of himself? But the question is, “Should I meet him for lunch at O’Haggan’s this afternoon or not?”
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1:30 PM found me seated behind my desk, in my office! Snacks displayed on the desk. I couldn’t help but smile. I was having the time of my life just at the mere thought of how Jason must have been feeling after realizing I wasn’t gonna show up at O’Haggan’s.

Serves him right for thinking he’s some magnet that attracts ladies towards him.
A soft knock on my oak office door interrupted my thoughts.

“Come in.” I softly called.
Seconds later, Nancy was standing in my office, towering over me and staring at me intently.

“You really aren’t going, are you?” said Nancy hotly, peering down at me.
I smirked. “No way!”
She took a sit and said, “Cathy, I really don’t get this plan of yours.”
“And what exactly don’t you understand?” I asked, sipping my juice.
“Is your plan to get back your land or play cat and mouse games with Jason Banda?” she asked at once.

“Of course it’s to get back the land!”
Nancy shook her head. “Then go to the guy and forgive him already. It’s not as if he broke your virginity or something,” said Nancy matter-of-factly, “it was just a kiss!”
Silence.

“Nancy,” I said, breaking the silence, “my intuition tells me Jason’s desperate to become business partners with me. I wonder why though. So I won’t let him suspect my true motives by being hasty.”
“And what if your intuition’s wrong?” Nancy asked at once, leaning forward.
I shrugged. “Then I’ll have to get off my high horse and-”

I was cut short by the buzz of my phone.
“Ah,” I muttered under my breath, flaunting my iPhone in Nancy’s face, “private line. You know who this is?”
Nancy gave me an uncertain stare, almost as if I was going crazy. “Cathy,” she said slowly, “that’s a private line. How do you expect me to know who it is?”