I reached the Agency with full spirit, i possessed the spirit of anger which i am yet to unleashed on Bobby and on the same body the spirit of happiness which came from knowing that my mum will have a better health care service in few hours. The agency, to me, was a place of life apart from staring at the mirror, because only there was i able to expressed my God given talent care freely pushing aside my agony and heavy burdens. When i stepped into the agency, i notice the receptionist mumbling some words to one of the models, i paid no attention to them. My happiness was that the incident was just a rumor that can only spread in low tone around the agency, not one that my face and name will appear on social media. I have too much on my mind to think of, a cheep gossip can never get through me, To make them know that i don’t careless about their side talks, i showed then how better model i am by hitting my heels hard against the floor with a finale walking style, causing a noise th

It won’t be a surprise if she came in and tell me she can’t accept the offer. I have observed her actions all this while and I have seen that she’s not the myopic type of lady that a mare bundle of cash could convince her to do what she doesn’t want. Saying no to my offer is what she could do. “Bring her in, let’s see what she’s up to today.” I was exhaled softly and rubbed my hands on my forehead, hoping that she comes in with good news that will brighten my day. I lift my eyes that I’d dropped on the table and watched Mr. Philip walked out, I tried to think out his reasons for walking like a jerk till he was out of sight.I was still on the same posture when Mr. Philip walked in with Helen on his side. She wore a fitted gown that reveal her firm legs, every move that she made was delicate, I couldn’t stop noticing. She had amazing, glowing skin that made me wonder if she’s really a poor model that can’t afford anything tangible. Her pink gown highlighted her beautiful slim body. I

“You don’t have a choice, married couples stayed together. You won’t expect my mum to visit and request to see my wife, and I tell her that she’s in her house somewhere in Barbados. It’s easy to convince the board of directors with the certificate, but not my family. They’ll always want to see you and in my house.” I thought about it for a while. Lucas was right, no sensible man will stop to suspect, it’ll be very odd for a wife to stay separately. But then, the thought of staying with Lucas got me wondering what will happen next. “Alright, you have a point” I replied, pushing myself closer to the door, trying to escape the proximity. “So once we get to the courthouse, grab the certificate, a car will be waiting to pick you up to your apartment to pick up your stuff.” “Why so quick? I don’t stay here alone, my mum stays with me, where will she stay when she’s discharged from the hospital, she needs a place to stay“ Lucas was quiet for some time, and he returned his gaze to the drive

“I can never call you that ma’am, Master Dowell would be very angry with me,” he said those words with much seriousness. His face was full of pity, like a beggar in the street. I have had a very long day already, I didn’t have the strength to talk much. “Alright fine, you can call me Mrs. Dowell when he is close by, but call me Helen when he is out of sight, and please stop bowing when you’re talking to me”. Although I feel strange about the name, I also couldn’t stand a man that is almost as old as my father to say my name with such an amount of respect. His face showed how reluctant he was to accept, but I persuaded him once more, and he finally gave in.“This way, ma'am,” he said, pointing in the direction of the car. I waited a bit and watched Lucas's car slowly toll out of the courthouse parking lot. It reversed out so slowly that it barely lifted any sand from the ground. I followed the driver. He was a middle age man of about 54 years. He wore a tight-fitted black suit over a

All through the journey, we quietly drove with soft music blaring from the speakers. It was a good thing I didn't step into the restaurant to get anything. It was the city's most expensive restaurant. It wasn't a place a middle-class person is found, to talk less of a penniless lady like me. I was excited to see my favorite restaurant a few pulls away. I signaled the driver where to stop, and he agreed with a nod. When we finally reached, I pointed to the restaurant again when I noticed he wasn’t going in, and instead of the driver pulling over at the restaurant parking lot, he parked at the roadside. I wasn't getting why he decided to park there, but I assume he was pressed or out of gas. I ignore the thought, whatever the case, it wasn't a concern to me, all I wanted was a good meal. I tried to open the door, but I couldn't. I looked up and lock eyes with the driver, he was looking at me from the rare view mirror. “Why? What's happening here, why's the door not opening?” I asked