CHAPTER 3: A MOMENT OF PASSION

Why was I even wasting my energy with her? Dumb girl!! If only she knew that I wanted to alleviate her from her poverty-stricken life. Good riddance to her. I would put my money to a better use. As for her, she could go to hell. In fact, she could jump into the ocean. Why was I even still keeping her number. Let me delete it from my call log immediately. The next day, during working hours, the beautiful secretary came to my office to see me. Good afternoon, sir, greeted Sandra. "Good afternoon, Sandra. How are you?" I asked in return. "I'm fine, sir, but I'm quite upset with you," Sandra replied. "Oh? What seems to be the problem?" I inquired, lowering his head from his laptop and gazing at Sandra. "You made a commitment to call me after school, and I waited eagerly for your call until I fell asleep," Sandra explained. "Oh, dear! I'm terribly sorry, Sandra. Something unexpected came up, and I was also feeling extremely exhausted yesterday," I apologized. "Okay, how about today?" Sandra asked. "Today is perfect for me, provided you are available," I replied. "Of course, I'm free. Just give me a call when it's time," Sandra said. As Sandra left my office, she walked with a sensual swagger, catching my attention.i couldn't help but admire her behind before she look at me I quickly shift my gaze back to my computer. After work, I passed by Sandra's office and reminded her that he would be waiting for her call. "I'll be waiting for your call. I can't miss that outing today," Sandra replied. "Of course, I'll call you. But I hope you know that after the outing, there's 'inning',"I joked. "Which one is that again?" Sandra asked, surprised. "You'll find out when you get there," I chuckled and headed downstairs. Later that evening, around 7:00 PM, I called Sandra. "Hi, sir," Sandra spoke excitedly. "Sandra, are you ready to roll now?" I asked. "Yes, sir, where should I meet you?" Sandra inquired. "Do you know the Annunciation Complex around Malingo Junction?" I asked. "Yes, I know it," Sandra replied. Sandra, the attractive and stylish secretary, arrived at the Annunciation Complex that evening, looking every bit the stunning figure she was. Her seductive attire was a departure from her usual work-appropriate outfits, and it immediately caught my attention. As I stood at the entrance of the complex, leaning against my car, she pulled up in her taxi and alighted with an air of confidence. I greeted her warmly and escorted her inside the complex. As we walked, I inquired about her supper plans, and she replied that she had not eaten yet. I suggested we head to the restaurant first to grab something to eat, and she expressed her approval. I informed her that the Annunciation Complex was a multifaceted establishment, boasting various sections, including a restaurant, clubbing area, rooms, bar, and even a barbing salon. Sandra was impressed by the owner's investment and inquired about the identity of the wealthy individual behind the complex. We ventured to the restaurant area of the complex, and the waitstaff immediately acknowledged my presence, recognizing me as a regular customer and favorite. We were seated in a beautifully decorated dining area and a short while later, a plump waitress approached our table. I had a history of flirting with her on previous visits, and I had also shown my appreciation by leaving tips. However, when she saw me arrive with a stunning woman like Sandra, she seemed less than thrilled. Nevertheless, she remained professional and greeted us with a warm welcome. I directed my response to Sandra, acting as if I had never met the waitress before. "Please, what can I get for you two?" the waitress asked. "Let's start with the lady's order first," I said, turning to Sandra. "Okay, what would you like?" "I'll have the fried rice and chicken," Sandra replied. "Great, I'll bring it right away," the waitress said. After we finished our meal, we moved on to the club area and danced the night away until around 2:00 AM. I suggested we head home, as it wasn't the weekend and we had work the next morning. Sandra was already somewhat intoxicated, so I had to help her stumble to my car. To ensure I could drive safely, I restrained my alcohol intake. Once in the car, I asked her if she wanted to go home or if she would like to come to my place. My mother is sick, and I am the only one who can look after her. I would have loved to accompany you home tonight, but am sorry I cannot due to her health. Then I drove her home, stopped the car, looked into her eyes with emotion, and kissed her for a moment. On my way home, I kept thinking of Sandra and the time we spent together that day. Knowing how sweet she is made me very happy. I bid her bye bye as I drove back to my house. One evening, as I was driving home, I came across a young woman and her toddler daughter crying by the side of the road leading to my neighborhood. It was slightly raining and quite chilly, and they were in a dark area. Initially, I was hesitant to stop and drove past them, but my conscience bothered me and I felt compelled to help. So, I turned my car around and went back to where they were. I rolled down my window and asked, "Excuse me, ma'am. What are you doing all alone in the dark and cold here?" The woman replied, "Good evening, sir. We're lost." What do you mean by you are lost?” I asked. “Where do you come from, and where are you going to?” We were supposed to meet someone, but she isn’t taking his calls, and her number now, has stopped going through. We have run out of money, and we don’t know anyone in this town.”