The Bonny Island Massacre - S01 E07

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The Bonny Island Massacre - S01 E07

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Yvonne opened her eyes a wink, sunlight leaked at the flowery chiffon curtains, and she could tell it was past dawn. She shot her eyes open when she remembered it was her birthday. Her mother was standing by her bedside and smiling lovingly at her.

Yvonne: “Mother, when did you come back?” she asked, bewildered.

Annabel: “Happy birthday daughter. I wanted to be the first to wish you a happy birthday, so I took the last flight last night. You were asleep when I arrived” her mother said and gave her a box.

Yvonne: “This year will be the best, do you know I cannot remember the last time you gave me a gift with your hand. I am so glad you are here” she said and flung herself at her mother.

Annabel held her daughter tightly, as the tears fell like dominos down her cheeks. Her tears wet Yvonne’s hair, and she pushed her mother away softly.

Yvonne: “Mom, are you crying?” she asked, peering into her mother’s face.

Annabel: “They are tears of joy my daughter” she replied and pulled her to herself again.

“I deserve this love she gives me, I deserve it” Annabel thought within.

Yvonne: “You won’t believe it, but I have not bought my dress” she said excitedly.

Annabel: “If you want to wear vintage, then I got the perfect choice. A dress that cost millions, only I and Princess Kate has it. We are about the same body size, so it should fit perfectly”

Yvonne: “Mother, are you alright?” she asked, feeling for her mother’s temperature. “You never allowed me touch your clothes before. Remember that Gucci bag I wanted to borrow, but you vehemently refused. What happened to you?” she asked, sarcastically, but at the same time serious. Her mother, for the first time in a long while, was paying attention to her.

Annabel: “I found out what is more important to me, and it is you, Yvonne” she said and pulled her daughter into a hug.

Yvonne was glad that her birthday fell on a weekend, so she had time to pamper her body. She spent the entire day at the spa, with her mother and Mira. She was happy because this was the first real time she was spending with her mother. Other times, they were just posing for the camera. However, she still felt sad because Femi had not called. She kept checking her phone a million times, but there was no call from him.

“Is his heart that hard? I must have really struck a chord” she pondered.

For Femi, weekends were the time he hung out with his friend, Mathias. Mathias was older than him, he was already in his fifties. But he related with Femi like they were age mates. He acted like a father when he needed to, it was like he replaced Femi’s father, who was not even his biological father. But this weekend, he had a lot on his mind; the investigator he had put in charge of looking for his biological parents was not turning up with anything good. The man who he called father until his mother died, had refused to help him look for his biological parents. He always told Femi that there was no need because, they gave him up.

Femi had even made the investigator tail his father; perhaps he would lead them to whoever gave Femi to them as a baby, but that did not turn up any result. They had even investigated his father’s close friends, but they were not closer to finding his biological parents. The only option left to him was going public, and announcing to the whole world that he was looking for his real parents. But his foster father had forbidden him to go public, as it would cause him embarrassment.

Another thing bothering him was Yvonne. He had seen the advertisement she ran on all the major television stations. He was touched by it, but he was unwilling to trust her again. He was also wondering if they were compatible enough to get married. They were good partners in business because he let her lead most times. He did this because she was good at it, it was a talent, no one could stage a campaign better than Yvonne, it was the reason they had climbed to the top within two short years, although Yvonne thought it was their fame that brought publicity to the company, but Femi knew otherwise.

However, was he ready to give her the driver space in their relationship? He definitely was not ready to allow her lead, while he followed. He had told her to stand down and let Daisy do whatever she wanted, but she went ahead and pulled strings because she could. He didn’t know if he could go past that. But nevertheless, he missed her; her voice, her laughter and the way she liked draping herself on him. He picked up his phone to call her, but restrained himself from doing that.

As always, the birthday of Yvonne Ngegwu was another party of the year which had celebrities lobbying for the invite. The week preceding her birthday, publicists had met with people close to her to get an invite to the birthday party. If you are not in the party, you probably don’t matter much in the elite circles. This year, Yvonne had no control over who came to her party, as the invites were not even in her hands, but in the hands of the planners. So she was not to know that the woman who had declared war on her, Daisy of Daisy Advertizing, had gotten an invite.

Daisy looked at the invite in her hand; she had not struggled for this invite because she wanted to be at the party of the year with other advertising bodies, who were there to show solidarity to one of their own. She was there because she had plans for the little bitch who had dared to fight back. Daisy had been in the industry for ten (10) years and she was not going to allow a newbie, who thought the world was at her feet to come close to grabbing the advertising industry from her. Before, she had not made any serious moves against Yvonne because of Prince Ngegwu, but now she didn’t care anymore.

Daisy: “You won’t see me coming, Yvonne Ngegwu” she said, tracing the lines of the gold embossed invite. She picked up a phone and called her personal assistant.

Assistant: ‘Ma’am you called” she said as she entered the big living room where Daisy lounged and did office work from.

Daisy: “Book a flight to Port-Harcourt by four pm” she said curtly and hung up. Then she dialed a number, when it rang, she spoke;

Daisy: ‘Are you ready, do a good job, I don’t accept failure” she said briefly and hung up. After the calls, she paced up and down her sitting room, with a vile smile on her lips. In her heart, she pitied Yvonne, for what she had planned for her.

“Sorry little girl, I am a veteran in this industry, and I didn’t get to this position just by being hardworking” she thought within her, and suddenly, she broke into a hysterical laughter.

That evening, the grounds of the Ngegwu mansion in Bonny Island thrived with the members of the elite circle. They were dressed gaily, and expensively. The least worth of attire was still in millions. Even Mira had got a loan, which she was going to pay for with her honey pot, from one of her sugar daddies to purchase a Victoria Becham gown, and a pair of Jimmy Choos. Mira, who was standing by the entrance of the decorated garden where the party was set, saw Femi enter. Her eyes widened as she had not expected that he would come.

“Does it mean, he has forgiven her?” she wondered as she smiled at him. A smile he did not return. She walked towards him and embraced him, despite his cold demeanor. He put his hand slightly around her and told her she looked good, but he was sure Yvonne would look best. Mira pushed him away and glared at him.

Femi: “Does Yvonne know you hate her this much?” he asked, stunning Mira.

Mira: “How can you say a thing like that, I don’t hate Yvonne” she exclaimed, but Femi didn’t pay her mind, and walked away. She whirled round in around in annoyance, and stared into the face of Daisy. Daisy looked intimidating in the Smokey eye makeup she had on. Her little frame did not deceive anyone, she exuded hostility and power. Her tall height belittled anyone, even when she was not trying to.

Mira: “Hello, ma’am” she stuttered.

Daisy: “You are the one who did the social media smear campaign, aren’t it?” she asked, not in any way expecting an answer from Mira. She looked Mira from her head to her toes and walked away, without another word.

Mira: “This old bitch has got something up her sleeve. Abeg I no follow oh” she said to herself.

Yvonne after taking her time, and making sure that most of the guests were present, decided to join her party. She had worn the vintage dress her mother gave her. It was styled in a Victorian way, with a touch of modernity in the peek-a-boo lace bodice. The stones hand sewn into the gown made it heavy. She was just out of her room, with her squishy clutch in hand, when she saw a masked man coming up the stairs towards her.

Her heart jumped into her mouth, as her instinct told her that the man coming towards her didn’t mean well for her.

Question: What has Daisy planned for Yvonne, and what is the intention of the Masked man?