"I'll be outside if you need me." my uncle said and left with everything in his hands.
"What's wrong with your uncle?" Tamira asked.
"I have no idea," I replied.
Tamira shrugged. "I have to go now. I'll see you whenever." She said.
"Goodbye," I said and she left the house while I remained inside. My uncle came in seconds after Tamira left.
"Who was your friend there?" Uncle asked.
"By the way you behaved, I'd say you already knew who she was," I said.
Uncle looked around nervously. " are you looking for?" I asked him.
"Me? Nothing. I just need a spot to place these things." Uncle said.
"There is space everywhere. Why search?" I asked.
Uncle put the things aside and sat on a mat. "Never mind that Devon. I think I need some air. Please leave and let me rest a while." Uncle told me.
"Okay. If that's what you want." I said and exited the house.
Uncle Francis was hiding something but what? I have to find out but I also have this Tamira issue to deal with. Just then I saw Jason approaching. That's right, I had forgotten about him.
Jason frowned. "So you decided to hit a ride home and abandon me there?" he complained.
"My apologies but it was necessary for the plan. She had to see where I lived and I doubt she'd walk here with the both of us." I explained.
"You look troubled," Jason said.
"Don't worry about it. It's nothing.
Nothing could ever get passed, Jason. He knew me so well.
"Just tell me about it," Jason said. I decided not to drag things further and just speak up.
I held Jason's arm and took him a distance from my house before finally letting go of his arm. I didn't want my uncle to hear us.
"It's about my uncle," I said to Jason.
"Your uncle? What did your uncle do?" Jason asked.
"Nothing exactly but he acted strangely in front of Tamira Wilson the moment he saw her. I suspect that it's either they know each other or there is something else involving the Wilsons that my uncle knows and is not willing to share with me." I explained to Jason.
"I'm sure it's nothing. He saw a new face in the house and probably just freaked out or something. You know your uncle is aware that you are after getting revenge. He didn't expect you would go as far as bringing a member of the Wilson family into your home." Jason said.
"No. I doubt that. My gut is never wrong. And right now, my gut is telling me that my uncle knows something I don't" I replied Jason.
"If what you said was the case, my uncle wouldn't have asked me to give him some space. You should have seen the way he was shaking and stammering." I told Jason.
"If that is the case then you must be right then." Jason agreed.
"What is going to be your next step? Are you focusing on Tamira or do you want to find out about what your uncle is hiding first?" Jason asked me.
"You know what? I will handle Tamira but I want you to do something for me and do it well." I said.
"What is it?" Jason asked.
"Keep an eye on my uncle. I feel that he will surely want to meet someone. If he was shocked to see Tamira in our house then there must have been some agreement of some kind. You know?" I said.
"Yes. I will watch him carefully." Jason assured me.
"That includes night time Jason," I said.
"That doesn't matter Devon. I am with you all the way." Jason said and placed his hand on my shoulder. I was proud to have such a loyal friend in him.
"When is your next meeting with your to-be wife going to be?" Jason joked and I nudged him with my elbow.
"How sure are you that my plans will succeed?" I asked him.
"When has it ever failed? Just tell me what's your next move?" Jason said.
"It's going to be tonight. Tamira Wilson will be out clubbing with her friends. There is a high chance she will get drunk." I said.
"I thought you said she was a decent girl. How is it that she will get drunk tonight?" Jason asked.
"One, she always goes out clubbing with her girls on Saturdays. Number two, she is highly likely to get herself drunk after an argument with her mother over me. She drinks a lot when she is angry." I said.
Jason looked at me in astonishment. "Wow. You are a master planner Devon," he said.
"I didn't spend all those years studying them for nothing. I was born with the intelligence I needed for this." I replied.
"I can see that," Jason said.
"The area she would go clubbing in is a very dangerous one. Men there prey on drunk ladies and by the time she is done with clubbing, all of her friends go their way. Never mind all this Jason. The main idea is that I will be the one to help her out of trouble and take her home." I said.
"Okay-okay," Jason said.
Tamira POV:
*Later that night*
"Yes girls, tonight is going to be lit!" I said, excitedly into the phone.
Someone knocks on my door. I moved my phone away, "Come in." I said and placed the phone back on my ear.
The door opened, revealing a maid. "Sir and Ma'am are back miss." the maid said.
"Okay," I told the maid and she left.
"See you girls by eight at the club okay?" I told them during the audio call on W******p and hung up.
I got off the bed and left my room. After reaching the bottom of the stairs, I spot my parents. I ran to my dad first and hugged him.
"Welcome back dad. I missed you so much. How was the trip?" I asked him.
"Everything went great my dear," Dad replied.
"Ehem." Mom cleared her throat.
"If you didn't notice, I'm here too," she said and rolled her eyes.
I went to hug her but she didn't hug me back. "After all, I'm the less loved parent," Mom added.
"Don't speak like that honey," Dad told Mom. "Why shouldn't I? It's the truth." Mom said.
"Don't mind her hun. She is just jealous of me." Dad said to me and I laughed.
Dad was about to sit down but mom gestured for him not to. "Hold on," she said.
Mom called for a maid and one came to answer her. "Did you disinfect the sofa as I told you to?" Mom asked.
"Yes madam." the maid answered."Okay. You can leave." Mom said to the maid. The maid left and mom turned to dad."You can sit down now." Mom told dad and he sat."Why did the maid need to disinfect the sofa?" Dad asked mom as she sat beside him and I sat on a different sofa."Tamira brought in some filth earlier today." Mom said.'What filth?" Dad asked.Knowing that mom was referring to Devon, I had to oppose immediately. "Devon is a human being, not filth mom," I said to her."Yes, a very dirty human being." Mom said."You brought someone inside the mansion in my absence?" Dad asked me."And not just anyone dear. Tamira brought a poor dirty nobody into the mansion. He didn't even have any footwear on. He left his footprints everywhere." Mom said.Dad ignored her."Why?" he asked me."Dad, I hit him with my car by accident and that's why I brought him inside. Just to help him out and make sure he was okay. We are friends now." I explained."That was very sweet of you dear. I am prou
Some minutes passed by and I kept taking glass after glass of alcohol, feeding the anger in me."Isn't that a little too much babe?" the man beside me asked. I ignored him as I gulped down what remained in the glass I was holding. I took the bottle in my hand and the man next to me held my hand."Hey! Let go of me!" I yelled at him and he did just that.I stuck my tongue out at him and he just returned it with a disgusted look. "What you are doing is not lady-like and you can't handle your liquor," he said."You are not the boss of me," I told him."Really? How about I take you home with me. I don't think you can walk home in this condition." the man said and I got on my feet, staggered forth and back a bit then vomited on his suit.He bolted up to his feet and looked down at the mess on his suit. "Do you have any idea how much that costs?!" he yelled at me.I laughed, hiccupped, and emptied my bottle on his shoes. "Stay away from me. All you care about is money." I said. I tried to
Tamira got on her feet and so did I. We both stepped out of my house and went to meet the man."Tamira! How are you?! I hope that brute did not touch you." he exclaimed so dramatically."No Thomas. Devon would never do anything bad to me." Tamira said to him. "Just take me home," she added.Thomas opened the front door so Tamira could seat beside him in the front but instead of going in, Tamira opened the door to the back seat and sat the. Thomas was annoyed by her action but didn't say anything. He shut the door and went round to the driver's seat, giving me a warning look before sitting and closing the door.They drove off and just as they did, I saw my uncle returning. It seemed to me like he was hiding or something.Uncle Francis went inside, completely ignoring me as he passed by and shut the door. At the same time, I spotted Jason approaching. Remembering the assignment I gave him, I also moved forward to meet him."Any information about my uncle? You followed him last night rig
"Sir. I'm afraid we can't do that. Do you have a doctor's permit?" the seller asked me."Since when did I need a doctor's permit to buy poison?" I questioned him."Okay, sir. May I know what the reason for your purchase is?" he asked."I have a rat problem," I said. The seller scanned me from head to toe with his eyes and then he laughed. "Rat problem?" he asked me and laughed some more."You don't even look like you have a home, talk less of it being infested with rats. Tell me, young man, where did you get the money from? Did you steal it?" he asked.Enough was enough for me. I have had it with people looking down on and insulting me just because I was poor. I grabbed the man by his collar and flung him over the counter to the side I was standing. He landed painfully on the floor.Holding on to his shoulder, he groaned and crawled away from me on his butt. "Are you going to sell the poison to me or not?" I asked as I towered over him."I'm going to call the cops that's for sure," he
I watched as his eyes closed up slowly. My uncle was gone now. I flung it aside by the chin. That was the end of that hypocrite in my life.The door opened and I turned to see who it was. Jason walked in and was about to tell me something he suddenly saw my uncle's dead body on the floor and kept mute."This..." Jason said, in a calm voice.Jason walked over to where the body lay. He lifted my uncle's arm and dropped it then did it again and again."Devon! Your ki..." I placed my hand over Jason's mouth and removed it after he got the message I was trying to pass across."You killed your uncle?" he asked, in a whisper."The bastard got what was coming to him," I replied. "I have no regret about what I did," I added."Devon. You could go to prison because of this." Jason warned. I laughed at his words."What is so funny? We are in a dangerous situation right now." Jason panicked."What is funny is the way people react to murder. When a rich man kills a poor man it is somehow considered
The car parked in the middle of the scene and turned out to have carried along with the press as they all came storming out of the car. From the driver's side of the car, a leg stepped out and then the person in question came to view completely."Miss Tamira," Simon said, not expecting to see her at all. And I must admit, even I did not expect to see her here."Officers. This man is innocent." Tamira said, taking off her glasses."I am afraid that's for the law to decide Miss Tamira Wilson." the officer, who seemed in charge, replied Tamira."We are only abiding by the law Miss Tamira," he added."Oh really? Officer if I may ask, when did this so-called murder take place?" Tamira asked."We believe it to be last night," he answered."And how did you find out about it?" Tamira asked."Through a witness." the officer answered. The press made sure to capture every moment of this in pictures and video form."Good. Very good. So can we all see your proof that he is indeed responsible for w
Mrs. Wilson POV:I knocked over the glass table as I lifted it with force with both of my hands. It smashed into pieces and I felt some pieces hit and cut the skin of my legs but I didn't care. The pain was nothing compared to the anger I was feeling.How dare she?! That little bastard! How dare she?! I tried my best to work from the background, to ruin the life of the man who thinks he can stain my image with his presence! But what did my foolish brat of a daughter do?!That's right! She threw me right in the trash! She exposed my name to the press and live to the whole world!My daughter accused me and pointed fingers at me! I will make her pay for this regardless of her being my daughter. She will face my wrath and once I see her stupid face after she returns, I will tear it apart!Right in the middle of my rage, my phone rang.I checked to see who was calling but it was from an unknown number."Hello?" I said as I answered the call."Hello madam. Madam please I need your help." th
I raised my right hand and there was silence. That was how much people respected and feared me. "I will answer your questions but only one at a time," I told the journalists. "Let that one in," I said, pointing at one of the journalists, one that I knew very well. I knew that she would surely help me get out of this scandal one way or the other. My security guards let her pass along with her cameraman as well. "Thank you for this opportunity, Mrs. Wilson," she said. "You are welcome," I replied. "Okay Mrs. Wilson, my first question goes like this. Do you have anything to do with that poor man? I mean, the one who was accused of murder. Do you know him at all?" she asked. "No. I have no idea who he is." I answered. "Thank you, madam. Now I need to know this, if you didn't know that man then how come your driver and your daughter knew him?" she asked me and I burst into tears. "It's a long story," I said as I took out a hankie and wiped my crocodile tears. "I'm sorry Mrs. Wil