Dial - Season 1 - Episode 87

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Dial - Season 1 - Episode 87

I looked at my list again. I had to choose five.
Five names of women. But I had to be very careful indeed. I needed just one of them to forgive me completely, but I had to make the choice as if I needed all five to forgive me. I had to choose the five that had been more emotionally engaged with me, and who had the softest spot for me.

Thus I scrolled up and looked at the list. One jumped out at me immediately, a name I knew I could count on.

07. KUMASI ROAD OLDIE
Yes, the distinguished elderly lady I had met on the Kumasi road, taken to a hotel, and made love to throughout the night. My mother’s mother, my own grand-mother whom I had slept with without knowing we were related.

I had known somehow, all along at the back of my mind that she was one bonus I could count on. For starters, she was my grandmother, and they had been fighting to be acknowledged and forgiven for the evil they had done me and my father. My mother, in particular, called almost every month to ask me to forgive her. Secondly, I had manipulated and bought their ailing company, and now I owned majority share in it. I could collapse that company anytime I wanted, and since it was their only livelihood, they wouldn’t do anything to upset me.

So I put it down carefully.
She was a banker.

Next was another banker, a girl who had loved me so much that she had stalked me almost every day for a year.


30: AKUSHIKA
She had been the neighbourhood beauty, the Christian freak no one could have…but I had pursued her, boned her, and cut her adrift. She had been one of the most passionate after the breakup.

I was now scrolling down the dial listers, looking for three more names, when the glass doors of my gigantic wardrobe slid open silently. I sat in the chair and stared at the glass doors with narrowed eyes.

Those doors operated on proximity-based sensors. They only opened when a hand was reached out toward them, and the sensors picked up the waves. They were not supposed to slide open just like that, unless there was something wrong with the sensors.

I sat for a while looking at that open wardrobe door for a while, and then I sighed and got to my feet. I put down the pen and reached for a knob on the huge desk which switched on all the lights in the room, and then I walked slowly to the wardrobe and stood in front of it.

My bedtime clothes were hanging neatly on each side of the wardrobe, and my bedtime slippers were arranged on a little rack at the bottom of the wardrobe. I had a room, my dressing room, two doors from my bedroom, filled with clothes that made it look like a clothes store. Thus, the bedroom wardrobe only contained night stuff.

There was a large full-length mirror in the middle of the wardrobe, and I stared at my reflection for a long time, still wondering why the glass doors had swung open. Maybe, indeed, there was something wrong with the sensors.