The building which housed the headquarters was as intimidating as it was attractive. It was one of those magnificent edifices which dripped with the wealth and privilege of one of the most successful privately owned enterprises of its day. From the exquisitely manicured lawns to the glittering asphalt of the precision carved driveways snaking through the enterprise like a black python with countless coils glimmering in the sun, the lustful beauty of this surrounding was as deceptive as the people contained within its bowels. Adebisi knew this only too well. She had dealt with them for so long that she often even mistook herself for one of them. Beneath the pristine opulence and impressive work ethic immediately visible to to a casual visitor upon arrival at the headquarters, was an animal kingdom were the law was money and only the fittest survived.
She could see Sikiru standing in the parking lot, with a knowing smile on his face. “It’s not been too long”, she thought…with an inescapable feeling of nervousness. It was never a good thing when Sikiru was around. The man was a maniac. Not that one could tell by simply gazing at the slightly built bespectacled man, with all the trimmings of the stereotypical office geek, standing there in the parking lot. It is often tempting to think of the phrase, “dirty work” as the reserve of some brutish, trigger happy character who’s only life skill is to roughen up or perhaps eliminate certain errant individuals. In the business of this organisation however, Sikiru re-defined the meaning of dirty work.
To be continued…
Life is a Word 