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Hilda's voice crackled through the speaker as she answered the call, her attention momentarily diverted from her studies. "Hello?" Hilda said, glad to see Boma's name on the screen. "Good to hear from you, babe" Donovan, maintaining a stern expression, leaned back in his chair, observing Boma closely. "Hilda, this is Donovan." His voice caused a silence as Hilda's senses became more alert. She wondered why he was calling her on Boma's phone. Before she could wonder for long, Donovan resumed talking. "We're having a little discussion here, and I thought you could help clarify something." Hilda's brows furrowed in confusion. "Okay, what's going on?" Donovan glanced at Boma, prompting her to speak. Her voice trembled as she began, hoping Hilda would save her by instinct. "Hilda, it's about four days ago when you asked me to get paracetamol from the pharmacy near Donovan's place. Can you tell Donovan I ran into Harry at the eatery?" A pause lingered on the line, and Donovan's gaze
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Donovan continued belting her behind, ignoring her pleas and cries."This is not just for your disrespect." He said, punctuating each word with a smack. " It is also for your lies.""D, please, I'm sorry. Please."He paused, granting her some temporary relief. She was sniffling profusely."Please sir, please.""You know what?I don't even trust you and Hilda. Don't think I'm stupid. If I really wanted you on the hot seat, I won't even let you speak. So don't think I didn't notice that little code you provided for your friend. I know exactly what you guys did.""No,""Shut up." He said, emphasizing his command with a smack."Aargh""Shhh."She tried to control her cries. "Are you going to deny that you and your friend were lying to me?"She shook her head. "No, please...argh!" She cried out as he delivered another smack. " Please, please please...""Tell me exactly where you met Harry. Because after now, I am going to find out. Your lies must stop."Boma was sweating despite the cooln
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Boma took a leap of faith and decided to tell the truth. But before that she bolted to the bathroom."Hey, what is it?" Donovan was confused as she ended up closing the door.He rose, casually approaching the door, his expression befuddled as he noticed her locking herself inside.As she sobbed behind the closed door, he realized there was more to the situation than met the eye."What is it, Boma? Why are you locking yourself away?""I don't, I ..please..." Boma was blubbering at the thought of Donovan finding out the truth."Listen, will you just talk to me." He urged none too gently. His tone caused more torrent of tears.Donovan pondered the situation for a few seconds and realized she had escaped for a reason. And it could only mean she had done something bad."What did you do, Boma? Does it have to do with the pharmacy?"She didn't respond but the waterworks continued."I promise I won't touch you. Just open the door and tell me what's going on.""I can't. You're going to spank m
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As Boma cautiously stood before Donovan, her eyes met his gaze. His expression was somewhat unreadable, causing a nervous flutter in her chest. Oh God, she thought, despair creeping in. Wasn't this what she had been afraid of? Was that him about to change his mind and descend on her? Was he angry? She could not tell. Her heartbeat was racing fast. Donovan stared at her, stupefied for a cause he could not quite define. He knew he looked unreadable right now. Searching himself in that critical moment, he tried to understand his feelings. Seeing her expression of uncertainty and fear, he knew it was because of his current stoic expression. He could tell she was afraid he would not keep to his word. However, little did she know that beneath the surface, his emotions were a mix of relief and deep concern. He knew what he was feeling now and it was so overwhelming, he was lost on how to express it. He was used to shaking his deep emotions off. He had learned from Ronald that it was weak
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Despite her apprehension, Boma eventually decided to answer Harry Silver's call. With a mixture of curiosity and trepidation, she pressed the answer button and brought the phone to her ear. "Hello?" she said, her voice betraying a hint of nervousness. There was a brief moment of silence on the other end before Harry's smooth and composed voice came through. "Boma, it's Harry. I hope I'm not catching you at a bad time." Boma's heart raced as she struggled to maintain her composure. "No, it's fine," she replied, trying to sound casual despite the turmoil brewing within her. "I'll get straight to the point," Harry continued, his tone businesslike. "I've been considering a proposition that I believe could be mutually beneficial for both of us. I'd like to discuss it further over lunch. Are you available tomorrow?" Boma's mind raced as she processed Harry's words. A proposition? What could he possibly want from her? And why now, of all times? Besides, wasn't he scared of Donovan findin
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Boma felt the sting of Donovan's sharp words as they hung heavy in the air, his outburst leaving a bitter taste in her mouth. But as she watched him turn away, she sensed a shift in his demeanor, a softening of the rigid lines that had defined his posture moments before. "I'm sorry," Donovan murmured, his voice tinged with remorse as he turned back to face her, his eyes clouded with a mixture of frustration and understanding. "I didn't mean to snap at you like that. It's just that you don't understand the system. He is my enemy. He can't be planning anything good for either of us. I will not sit down and watch him use you to get me because you will also be hurt in the process. I don't want any harm to come to you. I am responsible for you. Do you understand that?" Boma watched the conflict play out across his features, his struggle with trying to be patient and understanding laid bare for her to see. Despite his rough exterior, she knew that beneath it all, Donovan harbored a deep-s
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At Donovan's words of promise, Boma's eyes flickered with anticipation. There was a mischievous glint in his eyes, a secretive smile playing on his lips.Boma liked the playful side of him. She wanted to see more of this side of him.Boma couldn't help but smile. "What's the surprise?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.Donovan's smile widened, but he shook his head. "Ah, ah, ah," he teased, wagging a finger at her. "Not so fast. You'll have to wait until tomorrow to find out.""Tomorrow?" Boma echoed, a hint of disappointment in her voice. "Why not now?""Don't worry," Donovan reassured her, "It'll be worth the wait, I promise."Boma studied him for a moment, her heart beginning to swell with affection for the man before her. Despite his teasing demeanor, she could see the genuine excitement in his eyes, and it warmed her to her core. Why would he tell her about a surprise meant for tomorrow? Now, all her attention was on the surprise."Look I know I wasn't supposed to say it now but
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Boma reached the eatery in time for the tour and final orientation.The newly built restaurant hummed with anticipation as Boma and five other newly employed serving girls gathered behind the sleek counter, ready to begin their orientation.The air was charged with excitement and nervous energy as they awaited the arrival of their manager, Larry Wells.As Larry entered the room, his presence loomed large, his expression stern and unfriendly as he surveyed the group. His demeanor sent a ripple of unease through the girls, who exchanged apprehensive glances as they braced themselves for his instructions. Larry Wells, at 40, was a man you couldn't easily warm up to. With a scowling countenance, unkempt appearance, and a demeanor dripping with disdain, he inspired more fear than admiration. His abrasive manner and contemptuous gaze made him someone you'd instinctively avoid, rather than seek out for guidance or approval.They greeted him upon his entry.With a curt nod, Larry launched in
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