Meet Kikelomo Adegun, a 19 year old indigene of Lagos State. She has the crave and longing to be further educated and gain admission into the university but when life shuts it's doors to her, she has no choice but to become a maid to a rich young ma...
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"You are not leaving" Rotimi siad, following me into my room as he snatched the bag, I was packing my stuffs into.
I had pre-packed everything, I knew this day was gonna come but it was quite sooner than I expected.
I just needed to grab my toiletries and I'm good to go.
Before I could realise what Rotimi was trying to do. He grabbed my bag and poured out all its content before throwing the bag to a corner of the room.
Has he lost it?
I let out a sigh as I grabbed the bag again in frustration.
"Are you ignoring me?" Rotimi grabbed both my shoulders, shaking me vigorously.
That action triggered my head to start spinning again and I suddenly started seeing in double.
"Listen!" He whisper-yelled as I tried to figure out which one of the two figures was actually my boss.
"You are not going anywhere" He said sternly as I suddenly shrugged his hand off.
"Why?" I asked and that completely rendered him speechless.
His lips tried to form words but after some seconds of waiting, I continued.
"That's what I thought" I said as I got back to throwing my things into my bag.
"You work for me. You can't just get up and leave, you have a job" He spat with anger laced in his eyes again.
Ogah ooo!
"Okay, how about I write my resignation or rather email it to you?" I said letting out a sarcastic laugh.
"Don't act smart with me" He said coldly.
"Oh, then how should I act?" I asked as I put on a fake smile on my lips.
Without waiting for an answer, I continued:
"You hate me... "I started again as he immediately opened his mouth to say something. But I held my hands up, signalling I wasn't done.
"... and you want to make my life a living hell. Do you need me to watch myself go completely mad?" I said questioningly.
"Do you still need me to watch as you pretend to be the loving and caring man to Rachel which you are not?" I asked, almost yelling.
The door was shut, thankfully. As much as I wanted Rachel to know, I would want her to find out for herself.
"Do you want to watch as you invite your whores, so you could shamelessly have sex right under Rachel's nose?" I raised my voice as I looked into my eye with a mixture of fury and hurt.
