If You Missed The Part 12, Read It Here
By the time I got to the end of my story, Tintin and Rahina were as
mute as a dead log. The whole revelation made me feel weak, but it also
made me feel free. I went through that whole narration without getting
emotionally attached to the storyline.
Somehow, the two ladies were speechless to the point that they just
took the plates to the kitchen, washed them and left to Tinuke’s flat
after hugs and good nights were shared. That made the best environment
for work to be done.
I went to work the next day with mixed emotions. I wanted to see the
actors of the drama that had happened, but I didn’t want to be in the
middle of the drama. To my surprise, everyone was keeping their cool.
Uzi and Bunmi came greeted me, unpacked their bags and went straight to work.
Greg however was dodgy. He would come in and run out without much of a
reason. His head was a bit messy with cotton and bandages interrupting
the shiny surface that used to resemble a semi-popular Mr. Wellington’s.
I felt small bursts of pity for him, but he did not look remorseful for
grabbing her. He only looked scared of losing his job.
As usual, the boss came around ten. He called them to his office
thirty minutes later and they came out thirty minutes after that. The
two ladies went calmly back to their seats, but Greg was far from calm.
He was sweating like a crab in a soup pot. He was always on the phone
and sometimes I saw him in intense discussions with groups of our
colleagues. He was definitely tense throughout the day. What a pathetic
fellow.
Work went on smoothly on my end…until Greg asked to talk to me
outside. He went on and on talking about how the boss was not being fair
in his judgment of the small incidence and how the boss was so weak
minded on the matter that he gave Maryann no punishment for bashing his
head in. He then went on and on about how as brothers in the office we
should stick together. I was getting tired when he came out with his
request; he wanted me to beg Uzi on his behalf to drop all charges
against him or at least allow him to transfer to another state. The
messed up part is that the arrogant nitwit was not asking me to help him
but telling me it was my duty to do so…as a fellow guy.
It seemed like a trivial matter at first, but a sexual assault report
by an IT student would be handled by two bodies, the guys who oversee
IT students’ activities and the federal civil service disciplinary
board. What that means is that our boss couldn’t really ignore the
incident if Uzi raised dust about it because if he did and the IT body
comes to see what was done about her report, he would be held liable in a
cover-up. All that paperwork just because a horny guy grabbed a nicely
shaped bum.
To avoid any more office drama I agreed to ask for her forgiveness on
his behalf. Talking to her at work was my plan but she was packing up
by the time the rambling prick let me go back into the office. I tried
to talk to her, but she just smiled and told me she will come over to
pick me up for dinner. She was in a rush to go home for something.
Bunmi’s attention was drawn to the impromptu appointment…she wasn’t
smiling.
Watch Out For Part 14
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