CHOICE

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Taking long strides with legs coated in black trousers and blue sneakers, Zechariah walks into the reception hall of Ade Jacobs clothing company pulling at the edge of his blue round neck top. He tries so hard to form a smile as he sends a small wave to the ladies at the reception desk. Eyebrows are raised up at him probably because he is walking in without any bag today unlike other days or because he's calmly strolling in a few minutes to lunch time to resume for the day's duty.
Immediately he leaves the elevator, he turns to go to his office. The secretary is not on seat and he looks around for a while. He goes into the office and walks to the fridge placed at the edge of the office, he picks a small pocket sized leather covered Bible and a little jotter underneath it. He then walks back to the door and exits the room.
The door to the GMD's office opens and she looks up to see Zechariah. Her face immediately contorts into a frown and she drops the pen in between her index finger and thumb. He walks up to her desk and doesn't bother to sit down.
"Good morning ma." He says looking at her.
"Yes? Why are you just resuming work by this time of the day?" She questions scanning him from head to toe.
"I'm not here to resume work. I was very busy earlier I should have come in the morning." He stretches towards the desk and drops a brown envelope on the desk. "Here," he begins, "That's my resignation letter."
"Excuse me?"
"My father told me to leave this job. It's not mine. Thanks for the opportunity and the time spent. It was an experience for difficulty times. Thanks once again." He ends and turns to go. She immediately runs up to stop him from leaving.
"What do you think you're doing?" She asks him arms akimbo.
"What does it look like?" He snickers.
"I'm your boss. You don't talk to me like that...." She starts pointing her index finger to his chest.
"Excuse you. You used to be my boss. You're no longer my boss. I can talk to you any how I feel like. And please keep it in mind, I'm not your age mate. Your position doesn't thwart that. So please respect my personality."
"Which personality? The non existent personality that your so called father directs in the way he wants? You can't even do anything unless that man that knows nothing dictates it to you....."
"Shut up! Please shut your mouth. Do not repeat any of those things you just said or I might be forced to hit you." Zechariah warns making her fidget in fear. She lowers her gaze and walks back to her chair.
"You're fired! Out of my office." She sits and points at the door.
"I already resigned. And I wasn't planning to stay till now, you delayed me. Good riddance to bad rubbish." He completes and walks out of the office.
As he exits the elevator, he picks out his phone from the back side pocket of his trousers and puts a call across to Dunsin.
"Hello bro."
"Mr Man. How are you feeling?"
"Free. I obeyed after all. You were praying for me were you not?"
"It's my duty."
"Thanks brother. I'm coming over though. Are you around?"
"No. Ronke is home though. She has a special delivery I guess."
"Okay then. Will wait for you at home. Take care."
"You too. We will talk when I get back then. Bye."
Zechariah drops the call and leaves the building. He walks to the main road and flags down a blue and white taxi. It's about to rain and just as he enters the taxi, a downpour begins.
"Should I call it the Port Harcourt weather or God's signature to the obedience." He mutters out aloud and chuckles.

There's this feeling you get when you're obedient. Ever felt it? You feel so fulfilled and satisfied. Like...💕👌👌. You're on top of the world. Bro Zechariah is finally free. What do you think about that, "I already resigned" part😁😁, twas making sense 💃💃💃💃, Beersheba must have wanted to jump inside canal, who she epp. Jesus-girl your husband is back oo. No threats, no fear 😂😂😂😂. Please vote 🌟 comment and share. Choice is nothing without you all. Thanks so much for being here. Your place in my heart ehn, it's apex after God and family ❣️❣️❣️. You are loved 🤩💝. Thanks once again 😍😊.

Yours in Ink; Bethel ™