In the coolness of the office, Bukky busied herself with typing on the desktop. She always had lot of work to do, from typing to buying lunch for her boss. She was however well remunerated for it. With her earnings, she could afford some little luxuries and indulgence.

There was a little rapping on the door. It opened cautiously and a lady stepped inside. She was a correspondent with Business Forum, a well-known weekly business magazine. She had appointment with Dave, Bukky’s boss. Bukky offered her a seat and glided to the door of the other office.

Dave was not so busy when Bukky popped in.

“Er, the lady journalist is around,” Bukky announced.

Dave was not sure he heard her right. “Lady journalist?”

“Yes, the journalist from Business Forum. She’s here.”

“Oh,” he sighed and glanced at his watch. He was surprised that time had gone that fast. He remembered he had given the journalist, now he
could not even remember her name, an appointment for mid day. He had been so engrossed in his thinking that he did not know that it was
already mid day,

He leaned back on the leather seat. His eyes went to the 32 inch flat screen to the left. An international cable news station was broadcasting the latest armed conflicts in Mosul, Syria. An agitated old man was complaining about how hostilities had wreaked havoc on the land. Dave sighed again.

“Should I ask her to come in or not?” Bukky asked, wondering why it was taking him time to voice his decision.

“Oh, yes. Tell her to come in right away.”

The lady in question was ushered in. She was a slim one in her early thirties. She seemed to carry some grace with her as she walked.

“Good morning,” she greeted. There was a slight smile on her face.

“Good morning,” he enthused, returning the smile, offering a hand shake and pointing to one of the chairs facing him.

“I’m Susan, the one from the business magazine. I had an appointment. I am here for the interview.”

He nodded. “You are welcome.” He noticed how she appeared to be smooth. “I will give you twenty minutes. Let us start straight away.”

She brought out her compact recorder and a jotter. She then fired the first salvo. The questions were mainly on the petroleum and gas
industry, from the local content to the international perspectives. Her questioning showed a lot of savvies, professionalism and mastery of the
technique of how to goad the interviewee on. Dave was impressed about her. To him, she combined beauty with intelligence. He would have
continued with her had Bukky not interrupted that the time allotted for the interaction was over.

He smiled at Susan. “Sorry, further interview has to be another time.”

“Thank you, sir”

His smile broadened. “Can I have your complimentary card or something?”

She dipped her dainty fingers inside her leather bag. “Here we are.”

He offered the farewell handshake.

“I’ll send you a complimentary copy as soon as its publication comes out:”

“Yes, I will look forward to that.” He had said it with so much avidity, as if he was expecting a plaque of recognition from the UN.

“So long, sir” Susan slid out of the office, his eyes following her until the door closed to her back. There was something about her that he
found very attractive. He allowed some luscious ideas into his head. Just then, his phone rang. It was Mike, his business partner and friend.

(to be continued)

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"So long, sir” Susan slid out of the office, his eyes following her until the door closed to her back. There was something about her that he found very attractive. He allowed some luscious ideas into his head. Just then, his phone rang. It was Mike, his business partner and friend.

“The Minister has ordered that the payments be made,” Mike said with an obvious excitement in his tone. Dave knew the Minister and the particular payments that were inferred.

“That’s good news. Thank God, that issue is finally laid to rest.”

“Yes. So, are you coming to the club tonight? This calls for celebration.”

“Sure. We’ll meet there at our normal time.”

The line was disconnected. He whistled and felt relaxed. There was usually a running battle between the government and the marketers of petroleum products. The logjam was as a result of disputes over the amount claimed on the subsidies of the products. It usually dragged for weeks and sometimes months.

Dave and Mike had been friends since their university days. They had decided to go into the same line of business and had actually started the same day. It turned out to be lucrative business. Today, the two of them could boast that they had arrived.

He remained at work till 4. 00 pm. On his way home, the ride was smooth as the traffic was still smooth. He stopped at a shop close to his house to buy some gifts for his wife. Once in a while, he would give her a pleasant gift. This was one of such moments. This time, he decided to buy a bottle of non-alcoholic wine and perfume. His very appreciative wife would gladly receive them, hug him and showered kisses on him.

“You’re such a darling,’ she would coo.

Dave would smile expansively. Sade was the love of his life. For three years now, they had been enjoying the bliss of marriage.

Everything still looked good with the fullness of passion. There had been no dull moments in the relationship. How she so much missed him any time he travelled for business. Dave too was the love of her life.

They had met about five years ago during the national youth service. At the orientation camp, they belonged to the same platoon. He was a dashing handsome man while she too was a beauty to behold. As a princess and daughter of a business mogul, she appeared snobbish at first. Dave persisted in his overtures and she finally caved in. However, she gave in on one condition.


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They had met about five years ago during the national youth service. At the orientation camp, they belonged to the same platoon. He was a dashing handsome man while she too was a beauty to behold. As a princess and daughter of a business mogul, she appeared snobbish at first.
Dave persisted in his overtures and she finally caved in. However, she gave in on one condition.

“I can’t bear to share your love with another woman,” she had blurted out. “I will not stand unfaithfulness. I detest infidelity.”

He had laughed and held her hand. “Who will have you and look at another woman? You’re all in all. You’re all that I need.

He had effused more passionate words and Sade had decided to believe him. So, the relationship started in earnest. Five years into the whole
relationship, two of which was as a married couple, everything still appeared blissful.

Dave had kept to his words. He had rebuffed all temptations and had fulfilled his part of the bargain. Unknown to her, something was about to
destroy the well cemented love.


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Three days after the interview, Susan was back at his office. She had come with the complimentary copy of the latest edition of Business Forum, had dropped the copy with the secretary and had dashed out to catch an appointment with a bank executive. When Bukky showed him
the copy, he asked about Susan.

“She left in a kind of hurry,” Bukky explained. “She said she had an appointment somewhere and she was in haste.”

Dave searched for her complimentary card among the different cards inside his drawers. He gave her a call.

“Hello, Susan. This is the man you just dropped a copy of your magazine in his office. Why the hurry?”

“Good morning, sir. I was rather in a hurry.”

“Did you publish my story?” It was unnecessary to ask.
She laughed softly over the line. “You mean you’ve not opened it? Yes, of course we published the interview. That’s why I brought the

complimentary copy.”

“So, why the hurry? Where’re you hurrying to?”


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Dave searched for her complimentary card among the different cards inside his drawers. He gave her a call.

“Hello, Susan. This is the man you just dropped a copy of your magazine in his office. Why the hurry?”

“Good morning, sir. I was rather in a hurry.”

“Did you publish my story?” It was unnecessary to ask.

She laughed softly over the line. “You mean you’ve not opened it? Yes, of course we published the interview. That’s why I brought the
complimentary copy.”

“So, why the hurry? Where’re you hurrying to?”

“I’m at work, sir.” She laughed again. “I actually have an appointment with the CEO of Atlantico Bank.”

“I’ll like to see you,” he blurted out.

“Hope no problem.”

“No, no. None at all. I just want to see you again. Just to see your beautiful face again.”

She laughed softly again. That laugh.

“Okay. Let me see…er…I think I will be free by four o’clock.”

“Very good. Can you make it to my office, then?”

There was a slight pause. “I think I can.”

“Good. See you, then.”

Something must have come over him, he thought, after he had cut off the line. Ever since that interview, he could not get Susan’s image off
his mind. The last time he felt like this was when he first met his wife. This Susan too seemed to possess that magnetic pul that he found
irresistible. Gosh.

But he had to check himself. He remembered he had promised his wife to adhere to faithfulness; and so far had kept to that. He did not want
anything to throw mud into that pellucid marital water. He even felt like calling Susan again to cancel the meeting he was planning to have with
her, but could not bring himself to doing it.

Whatever reservations he had about the whole thing dissolved into the air as soon as he sighted her. She had kept to the time. Her cute smile
and body fitting dress made him forget the caution he had given himself.

Susan was goading him on. With her smile and behavior, she certainly was encouraging him.

“So, I’m here,” she said as soon as she settled herself comfortably on the seat.

He was full of smiles. “I’m glad you could make it.”

He then brought out a bottle of champagne.

“What’re we celebrating?” she asked.

“We’re celebrating having you here.”

Now, she chuckled. “Really? Your wife must not hear that.”

It was like splashing cold water on his face. His smile dropped, but only momentarily.

“Well..,” was all he could say.

“So, why do you want to see my face?”

“How did you know I’m married?” he countered.

“Well, are you not?”

“You’ve not answered my question.” There was no family picture anywhere in the office and for some time now, he had stopped wearing the
wedding ring.

“I just know you are,” she answered.

He gave a wintry smile. “Actually, you’re correct.” He sipped from his glass. “I just had to see you. Ever since that interview, I could not get
you out of my thinking. You have the same hold that she has on me.”




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