Must Read: The Rich Kids Of LAGOS (16+)… Part 12

Several hours later, whilst Tessy and Aduke were getting ready for a night out with the girls, Tessy begged Aduke to hands off and allow her handle the issue with Peter. Tessy wanted full authority to act out her role as credit collector with minimal interference.
‘You are getting too mushy with that Peter guy. See how you were just agreeing to everything he said’ Tessy pointed out
‘But it was obvious he was trying his best’ said Addy in Peter’s defence
‘Which best? How do we know this is not a scheme to shake us off our money? asked an enraged Tessy
Aduke wondered when Tessy began to lay claim to the money. She was not even a part owner of the money. She only had a commission. Perhaps, Tessy was only trying to close out the matter as quickly as possible.
‘Please Addy, let me send him a text to shake him up’ begged Tessy. ‘At least let him know that someone here is smarter than him’ appealed Tessy
Aduke felt there was no harm that could be done and she nodded in agreement
‘On one condition Tessy, please ensure you show me the text before you send it’ conceded Addy
‘No problems Addy. Consider it done’ agreed Tessy too quickly.
‘Oh, Is that what you are wearing out Addy? Are you an old lady? Come, I have a perfect red body con dress you can wear. With your skin tone, you would look smashing. I wish I had your body’ Said Tessy as she waved Aduke’s request off with small talk.
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Peter’s phone beeped as a text message delivered to his phone. He wondered who it was this time and hoped it wasn’t a scammer informing him that his was the lucky number that had won one million naira. Those texts irritated him so much. He peeked at the display screen, saw the number and knew that this was a legit text.
***Hope you know that I’m very close to Alhaji, Bode and Davis and if U R nt careful, U can easily lose your job. Get that money before I report you 2 dem***
It took Peter some time before he figured out that it was Tessy sending this strange text. He wondered why she didn’t use her normal number. Peter knew that if word of this got out to his team, he would be in serious trouble.
He wondered why he hadn’t returned the money when he had the chance. But how do you tell your own guys and colleagues that The Boss had shagged your girlfriend? So far, nobody suspected. Now, if he said anything, it would seem as though he was making excuses. Worse still, The Boss could be brutal. Peter sensed that this issue could land him behind bars for several days. He began to worry and dialled Eno’s number several times but no luck.
If his colleagues heard this, it would seem as though he and Eno had planned this all along and she had cut him out of the deal. Sh*t. What would he do now? The income and freedom he had on this job were perfect for his lifestyle. Peter was not ready to lose it, No way! He would have to sort this issue out somehow.
Peter got into his car and headed to his favourite bar in Lekki. He needed some time to think. As he parked at E-bar, the attendants greeted him. He was a favourite at the bar because he gave good tips. Peter went inside and made made his way to his favourite spot. After two cans of Heinekens beer, Peter began to think about his life.
He wondered how his life had turned to this. Admittedly, he was the ‘poor relative’ but he had made great grades and graduated top of a class where there were no First Class degrees issued. Peter’s parents had died earlier on when he was a young child and he come to live with his aunty and her husband here in Lagos. He had been treated like a part of the family albeit one looking in from the outside. He was never really a part of the inner circle.
Peter had learnt earlier on to ask for the barest minimum and not celebrate his successes. He learnt quickly that his uncle and aunty always compared his performance to their children’s own and the children lashed out at him for this. Sometimes though, it was his aunty, not her children who would do the lashing. She had accused him several times of trying to seek favour with her husband by making her sons look bad.
Now that everyone was all grown up and out of the house, it was an easier relationship. He made the mandatory once-a-month visits and called home once in two weeks. Thus far, everyone was happy. At least, he was out of their hair.
His mind went back to his present circumstances. How would he get that money back? He wondered if the video recording had been on that morning in the pink room. Would that bear him witness? Won’t that put him in a worse position? He did not want to lose his job like Josiah who had only tried to touch the backside of one of the prostitutes. He knew his case was worse because he had spoken to the girl and kept her money. Oh damn mehn, he was in deep Sh*t.
He needed no further favours from his uncle and cousins. He did not want his aunt portraying him as a charity case again. ‘Help my nephew oooo, my late sister added him to my burdens before she died’.
This is the third job they had helped him get. Three too many. He hated this country and having to beg for jobs.
He was jolted back to the present when his best friend Kunle walked in.
‘Guy na here you dey?’ hailed Kunle
‘ Kunle, sit down, I get problems o. Before Kunle could seat, he began to tell his friend his problems.