Chapter 8

Secret

“Funny, tedious per se,” she said, shaking her Bob Marley hair style. “I am a factory worker who hustles to step up to my dreams.”

“Yeah, I can see you have been stepping up.” Azuaka Jnr. intoned, staring around her room. “Your step up will be of help to us now.” He looked at her and her cleavage. Sweat was trickling in between.

As she tried to speak the bed creaked. “You have been in California, Agu. Azuaka Jnr. just came to California and now the both of you are in my house with bags. I think one person is missing.” She stared a guessing look at...