Hit And Run - Episode 3
21-07-25 (00:03)
I stood in front of my stabekk mirror admiring my
gorgeous appearance; inside my ‘wool mohair signoria’
suit anyone who sees me will definitely steal a second
glance. Who says a geek couldn’t look good? Gucci
really has a good s-en-se of fashion. I pursed myl-ips
and win-ked at my own reflection, my dot com lifestyle
had really paid off.
I glanced down at my Gucci ‘Bouts’ loafers, matching
outfit.
This visit to Mike Adewale’s house was a spectacular
one, we had both quit our jobs at TMN and now I was
about to head over to his place to meet with investors
and sign some papers.
I exited my flat and entered my Toyota Camry, inser-
ted my key into the ignition then turned. The engines
roared to life, I typed in the GPS coordinate Mike had
given me, I reversed out of my miniature compound
following the red marker I ban-ged towards Akin
Olugbade Street; Heading for a mas-sive building, Mike
Adewale villa.
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I arrived in front of the MA villa at “twelve thirty pm”
and honked for three seconds; a slightly built man
approached my car from within the compound, his
uniform revealed that he was the security man. He
c@m£ real close and scrutinized me, asked who I was. I
told him my name and that I was there to see Mike.
“Oh come on in, Mr. Mike is alre-ady waiting for you”
he entered and then opened the gates for me. I drove
in carefully observing the surrounding, Mr. Mike lives a
luxurious life, hvge building.
I drove towards the parking lot and saw only one car.
Is this guy selling his cars to start a new company? I
mussed.
I found a good sp©t to park, killed my engine and
exited the car.
The security man I met at the gate approached me and
ushered me into the main building where' I saw Mike
sitting on an Italian couch watching TV.
Where is everyb©dy? No investors.
He noticed my pres£nce and stood up smiling at me he
extended his hand for a hand shake; I took his hand in
mine and shook him ha-rd smiling back at him. He
looked good in his maroon p@n-ts, fish hook belt and
perfect sweater.
“Welcome to my humble Abode Charles. Have a sit and
make yourself comfortable” he said with arms spre-ad
wi-de like an eagle.
“Humble abode? St©p the flattery Sir” I said looking
around.
“What, this place is not humble?” Mike was going over
to his bar now.
“This is quite mas-sive, anything but humble. You should
check out you where' I live, now that’s down to earth” I
said and accepted the glas-s of martini he was offering.
Mike sat on the chair opposite me. “To you and the
media this hole is mas-sive, but I feel I deserve
something better”
“If you want something better you can go ahead and
acquire it. I mean a man of your caliber can acquire the
whole of VI if he wanted to” I started sipping the
martini.
“Who’s flattering who now, eh Charles?” he said with a
grin. I had to smile back at the man who was catching
fun, glad I could make him smile. A long silence
followed.
“Where are the people I was supposed to meet?” I
asked.
“You mean the investors?”
I nodded.
“Look Charles you just don’t set up a first meeting with
investors and expect them to honor it”
I stared in misbelieve not knowing what to say.
Mike cleared his throat finally breaking the awkward
silence. “Charles” he paused “time to get to the other
reason why you are here”
I nodded.
He reached into his pocket and retrieved a brown
envelope, took a glance at the contents then tossed it
over to me. I caught the envelope and slid it open,
emptying the contents on the table before me. I picked
everything up and started going throu-gh them, my
face brightened. What the hell?!
I raised my face to see Mike smoking cigar.
“Unbelievable!” I said almost standing up from my
position “how can you expect me to wire five hundred
thousand dollars into your account…”
“Seems like you have forgotten who I am” Mike raised
a brow “I nee-d prove that you are worth what you
claim to worth” He blew out smoke from his nostrils.
“That my friend is advanced payment guarantee”
Is this guy high on weed ‘obviously’
“Come next tomorrow” he paused; taking a long drag
at his cigar “you and I have a meeting with prospective
investors, I will be nee-ding prove that you are well
funded” he paused again, smoking “do you think am
interested in your peanut of a money?”
I shook my head. “If you nee-d prove I have bank
statements.”
“Ok Charles, I was just texting your intelligence, and I
must confess it’s quite boring.
“So are we still going with the name LOG?”
“You c@m£ up with another name?”
“No, no, I’m stilled mystified as to how you still prefer
the name, you haven’t even tried to come up with your
own name”
“You get to do all the naming Charles, and LOG is quite
catchy”
I shrugged.
Footsteps started descending from the stairs; I looked to
see who it was.
Female legs, long, on heal walking so majestically. I
could then see the knees, pure with no scars.
With the figure still descending, the w@!st started to
appear. Slowly with each pas-sing second, a master
piece was revea-ling itself. Mike didn’t seem to be
intrigued as he kept on smoking his cigar.
At last, in a split second the revelation was whole.
Standing at the base of the stair way was a very
beautiful lady around twenties, got height and good
physique. She must have been stunned by me for she
stood there for a while. As if something had brou-ght
her back, she smiled and then started walking briskly
towards us; saying hi to me and walking over to Mike
she squ-atted and k!$$£d him on the cheek.
She looked familiar; I could have sworn I had seen her
somewhere'. Searching my mind for it, Mike’s voice jo-
lted me.
“Charles, meet my wife, Tiffany” he was saying.
“Darling this is Charles the guy I was talking about.”
Tiffany, the name too sounded familiar, as she walked
over to my sit to have a hand shake, it dawned on me.
“Tiffany” I was stammering “as in Tiffany Johnson?” I
gr@bb£d her tender hands, all smiles.
She tucked her artificial hair behind her ear, turning
both ways as if to check if there was another Tiffany in
the room, seeing no other she turned to me chuckling.
“Yes am Tiffany Johnson and nice to meet you Mr.
Charles.”
“plea-se just call me Charles”
She sat beside me; I looked at Mike searching for any
sign of jealousy. If there was any, thick smoke was
covering it. I turned to Tiffany; at close range her
beauty was ravishing!
Her debut movie “The reluctant bride” had caught my
fancy. I saw the movie by chance after a close friend of
mine ‘tony’ invited me to join him and his d@t£ to the
movies; I had declined but Tony had persisted and I
complied. After seeing the movie, the young beautiful
antagonist had rekindled my interest in r0m@nç£. That
was two months ago, the young, new actress pla-yed
her role very well. But as she sat close to me on the
couch, I wondered how she could be Mike’s wife; I
mean the guy was old enough to be her father! Was it
money or fame? I feared that my nollywood starlet
was a gold digger.
“You look surprised Charles” Tiffany’s voice brou-ght me
back; she was staring at me with dark fancy eyes. “I
thought you knew me alre-ady”
“I it’s just…” I was stammering.
“Charles is shocked” Mike ch!pped in, lighting another
cigar “that we are married, he didn’t know”
“That’s not supposed to be a big deal, moreover news
about our marriage was all over the news” Tiffany said
taking up my emptied glas-s of martini, heading to the
bar probably to refill.
“This might sound odd but I don’t re-ad celebrity gossip”
I defended.
“You don’t?” Tiffany asked puzzled.
“Charles here is an adept geek, he only patronizes nerd
contents” Mike paused, and grinned at me. “Slashdot,
Codeproject, Starkoverflow, and Github-”
“Okay Mike I think she gets the point”
I don’t know where' this is headed, but it feels creepy.
Tiffany was alre-ady on my side again, handing me my
martini. Whether she was ma-king me feel at home or
just craving the company of a young man, she was
achieving the both.
She turned to Mike now, who was still smoking his
cigar. “Darling I nee-d to go on location for the new
audition, hope you remember” she said stealing glances
at me.
“Of course I remember, you told me yesterday” Mike
adjusted in his seat.
“Very well then, when will you and Charles finish so
you can drive me there?”
“Oh TJ, I have to rest. You know I have been busy all
day, I can’t take you there” Mike slumped.
Disappointment registered on her beautiful face, like
she was about to let out a sob.
“Drive yourself there fanny, your husband is really
down” I offered.
Mike sighed and sat up “that’s the problem Charles”
Mike paused, tapping his cigar on an ash tray and
exhaling smoke. “This damsel knows not how to drive.” Don't forget to leave a Comment 
