Belina - S02 E07 (Story Episode)

Read Story: SEASON 2 EPISODE 7

Ronke sat down in bed,
cornflakes and milk in bowl,
surfing the net. She doesn’t
work but spends all the
money she wants just
because she has decided to
make her body work for
her, not publicly though.

She is what you would refer
to as a private prostitute.

Her accommodation, car
and everything she had in
her possession came from
men who were not
contented with their wives
and could not withstand
her exceptional ability in
bed.

Presently, she wasn’t on
twitter, facebook or any
social media as was her
usual way of passing time
and getting men who could
‘spend’, she was
researching into the private
life of Belina Branson
popularly known as Mrs. BB.
Being a popular person,
much of her private life was
open to public glare despite
her desperate attempt at
making her private life
private. After researching
for few minutes, she
stumbled on a very exciting
info and smiled tentatively.

“Oh… Oyin baby, you owe
me one. You are definitely
blessed to have me. Our
plan just got better”, she
said to herself, picking up
her plate of cornflakes,
chewing with delight as she
stared at the screen.
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Richard sat down in his
office, files in hand. He
checked his wristwatch but
it was not 11 am yet. He
had ensured that a work
file was placed on Oyinade’s
table before her arrival as
was done to every new
intake in the hospital.

A tour round the hospital was the first assignment she had to
carry out with the aid of her
secretary but she was to
meet him 11 am. He hated
people with the ‘African
time’ mentality and he
wanted to test her on that
first.

His intercom rang one
minute to eleven. “let her
in”, was his response and
he praised her internally for
successfully passing the
first test.

Oyinade walked in elegantly
and successfully hid her joy
at seeing him at such close
range. Apart from being
one of the youngest
millionaires in Nigeria, he
had an exceedingly
stunning exterior that
almost made her knees
weak. He had a powerful
presence which could ooze
the air in a room, leaving
you breathless.

“Good morning Mr.
Branson” she said. He
responded likewise,
pointed to a chair opposite
him and she sat down.
Richard did not for once
take his eyes off the file he
was studying as he rolled
out her duties.

“well, miss Adeyanju, I just
have a few minutes so
listen attentively because I
won’t repeat myself. You
are going to take part of my
workload here because my
table is overflowing. In my
absence, you are to cross-
check all the patients in the
hospital and attend to my
patients. You already have
the file in your office to tell
you your program for the
week. Any other thing
asides these would be
relayed later.

Any questions?” he flipped
through the pages of the
file like someone reading a
very fascinating novel.

Oyinade was stunned
beyond words, not by the
things he was blabbing but
by the fact that he hadn’t
spared her a glance, despite
her perfume. She thought
of a question which could
require him to look at her
but could not find an
intelligent one. “No sir”, she
replied.

“Good. That’s all for now
then”, he said as farewell.
Oyinade gathered her ruins,
stood up and left the office.
While Richard smiled faintly
in his office as he continued
to inspect the files on his
table, Oyinade was busy
pacing her tastefully
furnished office in anger.

She picked up her phone
and dialed Ronke. Without
any pleasantry, she
launched her cause.

“I need
to take this up a notch
Ronky. I went to see him
now and he did not even
glance at me, despite my
very expensive perfume.
That witch in his house has
clouded his mind”.

Ronke sighed over the
receiver and said,

“Calm
down babe, I’ve got a plan”.

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