James was almost at his mother's house when his phone started ringing. He looked at the screen and saw that it was Joyce's mother calling him. What could be wrong? She had never called him ever since the incident happened. Not for once. He feared something might have happened to Joyce, so he quickly answered the call and greeted.
The woman did not answer his greeting but went directly to her reason for calling her. One should not heat around the bush in cases like hers or it would be dangerous. "I beg of you, my dear, let Joyce be released from the police's custody. She knew absolutely nothing about the money," she was in tears and that was noticeable through her voice.
James felt shivers ran down his spine. What was she talking about? Joyce? In police's custody? How? When?
He swerved to the side of the road, halting the car with the ignition on. "What!" That was the only word that had the courage to leave his mouth despite all the
In no time,they were in DPO's office and James had questioned him as to the reason he had Joyce arrested when he had clearly stated that he had no intention of pursuing the case.The officer smiled a little at James' reaction. "Sir, you know it is actually impossible for us to take such step without prior permission," he explained."Then, who gave you the permission?" James was curious. He knew the only people who could give suslch permission was his family,but who exactly was it?"Your mother came here and inform me that you changed your mind about the case and that you wanted the culprit to face the wrath of the law," the police man expounded.James placed his elbows on the desk before him and buried his face in his palms. How could his mother do that? What had even gotten into her? For as much as she knew,she really loved Joyce as her own child. But why would that change all of a sudden? He trie
James brought Joyce and her mother home after leaving the police station. The DPO had sent some of his men to Vivian's address that he had given to have her arrested.But, throughout their ride in the car, Joyce did not say a word, nor did she even glance at him once from where she was sitting beside him. He was the one stealing glances and yearning for her to meet his eyes and that was quite torturing for him. She had changed and he hoped that the reason should just be that she was stressed out and not because she had gotten tired of him.He didn't want that. He never did.He parked in their front porch and alighted to help Joyce out of the car. Her mother joined them, holding Joyce's other hand and started walking her in. She was too weak to be able to walk on her own."Sorry, my dear," Felicia said as she opened the front door for them to go inside."Oh, dear! You got me s
James got to his car and opened the door for his fiancee to alight. That was what they had planned that morning when Annabelle had uninvitedly visit her house to apologize and explain the reasons behind her actions.Joyce had found out that her story of being sexually molested by her uncle was true and Vivian had used that as her first weapon, promising to help her fly out of the country if she would obey her."I really hesitated at first because I knew it was wrong and because you were so nice to me, but my desperation to escape from my uncle got the best of me and I had no choice but to do it, especially after Vivian told me that she was initially with Mister James before you ruined it,"Annabelle had explained earlier that morning.Joyce did not seem shocked after hearing her explanation that morning. She was only disappointed in her. But she understood her. She had her reasons, just that her way of making things right
James Andrew, the CEO of Andrews Limited sighed heavily on the chair in his large and well furnished office, besuited in color red and white shirt. It was valentine's day. But,he had no one to celebrate with at the age of thirty. No woman was in his life. They all date,use and jilt him for no reason exactly. It was obvious they were all after his money so he decided to remain a bachelor for a while. James sat upright as he pondered about his life. His parents had been pestering him,wanting to see their grandchildren . They wanted him to choose a woman from a good home and who he loved. They did not want to choose for him. Being the third and last born,he was cherished and loved by his twins brothers,Peter and Paul. His brothers had gotten married and had two kids each. He was the only single in the family. The more he pondered,the more he realized that none of these women had any tangible reason neither did he find any flaw in himself. He was handsome,tall and with sligh
"Mum,dad. I will really kill myself if you don't get me a job that pays well," Joyce cried,stamping her feet on the ground in akimbo. She was a beautiful young lady of twenty five but with a petty job even though she was a literate. Her parents knew her to be always unserious and careless but with integrity. She was also known to be a trouble 'stirer.' She had beaten a few men,till they lost consciousness,who had asked her parents for her hand in marriage. Both rich and poor men. Joyce had once ended up behind bar as a result of 'disciplining',as she claimed it,a rich man who asked for her name and address. It seemed the man was persistent as she refused to give him what he wanted,so she 'disciplined' him. "Joyce," her parents chorused. "Be calm," Donald,her father said. "You can kill us if you want or yourself. Aren't you supposed to be the one out there seeking up and down for a job?" Felicia,her mother said. She continued, "You have no shame,dear child. So,you want your father a
Joyce Donald was in her place of work,chatting with a friend named Angela. They were both working as waitresses in an eatery which was popularly known as 'Yes,thanks.' The nickname was given to the restaurant as anybody as anybody who ate there always request for more. 'Yes,thanks' had always been the reply of most customers if they were asked, "Do you enjoy the meal?" Or "Do you want to order for more?" "No matter how popular this place is,Angela,it will be bad if the pay refuses to increase. So many waiters and waitresses have been complaining about that," Joyce said to her friend. "It's not as if they are not earning,Joyce. They are gaining a lot. The manager is just too stingy. He is a miser," Angela pointed out. Felix,the manager of the restaurant approached them. Talk of the devil. They were shocked at first but relaxed when they notice he didn't hear the gossip. "Joyce,I want to ask you for a favor," he began. "The man at the entrance..." He paused
James Andrew was in his house,reading an article in the newspaper about unemployed graduates and blaming the government for their incapability to solve the problem. He felt for them. His brothers arrived as he was about to rise up and go inside. They exchanged pleasantries and he offered them seats and entertained them. "Happy weekend, brothers. How are you doing? Your wives and children?" James asked his brothers. "James you know I dislike many questions. One at a time," Paul Andrew said. "Alright. Anyway, what made you two come here? You don't visit me often," James pointed out. "Just to say 'Hi' to our little brother," the twins chorused and laughed. They chatted for a while longer and Peter changed the subject they were discussing about. He asked James if there was any vacancy in his company where someone could work and receive high salary. "Brother,does Cecilia want to work in my company?" James asked thoughtfully. "My wife is not going to wo
Vivian once again visited James on Sunday and insisted that James should follow her to a place. He refused at first but she was really persistent. He had no choice. They were halfway to the place when he broke the silence playing around them. "Viv,where did you say we're going?" James asked with curiosity. He was just being directed by her on where to take a turn right or left. He was the one driving in his car but he's ignorant of the place. "Yes,thanks," she replied and the expression that appeared on his face was the perfect definition of confusion. "Pardon?" Vivian laughed. "I know you'll be confused. You need to take a look at your face," she told him between laughter. "Anyway, that's the name. It's a popular eatery. I just want us to try the place," she furthered to qu