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SATURDAY,, 11AM**
MR COUNTERS & FAMILY MANSION**
Mr Counters cleared his throat loudly in order to bring the others together.
They all stopped eating immediately and looked at him, except for Trina who continued eating.
“Trina” Phil whispered and hit her elbow.
“Aiish! What! What!” She barked.
“I was just getting to the sweetest part of the chicken” She added, with a snarl.
Mr Counters scoffed.
“Keep the cutleries down, Trina”
She grunted lowly before keeping them down.
She licked her fingers, and folded her arms, watching him.
“What are you waiting for? You’d better talk now before Trina $h00ts lasers from those bloody like looking eyes” Mrs Counters said.
“Hmm,, Hmm” He cleared his throat.
“First of all, I didn’t call you guys there just to eat-
“Then,,, what did you refer it as Family dinner” Trina asked.
Mr Counters hissed and looked away.
“I called y’all to apologize to Phil,,, and I want both of you to bear me witness” He said.
His wife nodded. written by sommy pearl f. on fb
“What’s it about?” Phil asked.
“Your ‘secretary’ called me days back” He started and Phil listened.
“She…. *voice fades*
After hearing the statement, They all looked at Phil who had anger on his face.
He gnashed his teeth and clenched his fist in fury.
“I just want to say I’m sorry for pestering you and all that. Forgive your dad” Mr Counters sighed.
“What’s her d@mn business!!” He screamed and jammed his palm mightly on the dinning table for storming out, without taking a glance at his father.
“Oops,,, There’s fire on the mountain. Who’s this secretary really? What’s her name?” Trina asked, eating the chicken again.
“Lemme guess? Jenna? Scarlett?” She asked, but her parents both glared at her.
“What?” She asked, still eating.
“Can you stop making that awful noise while eating! Grrr!!!” Mr Counters groaned and went into his room.
“Oops” She muttered, and licked her fingers.
Her mother shook her head and left.
“So nonchalant” She murmured.
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Dylan woke up from the hospital bed, and grunted lowly holding his head.
“I can see you’re awake” A nurse smiled. written by sommy pearl f.
“Thank you… Can’t believe I slept here. Why didn’t you wake me after administering meds to me?” He asked, touching his plastered head.
“I didn’t want to wake you. You seemed to be enjoying your sleep. I’m just glad your head looks fine. Do remember to take your drugs when you get home”
“Sure,,, thanks” He nodded, and slowly stood up from the bed.
“So,,, how much for the stay?” He asked, trying to collect his wallet from his pocket
“Oh no,,, Don’t worry” The nurse smiled, waving both hands.
“What?? Really?” Dylan widened his eyes.
“Sure”
“Thank you so much,,, I really appreciate,,, huh,,, sorry,, by the way,,, you look really familiar. Do I know you from somewhere?”
“Hmm,,, Certainly not,,, as far as I can remember” She shook her head.
“Oh,, Okay then. Good day” He bowed.
She bowed back before watching him leave.
She turned to face him, and smirked.
“Longed time, Dylan…” She whispered, and opened her clenched fist, which exposed her name tag; ‘Belle’
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***Just in case you’ve forgotten, Belle is the girl whom Scarlett beat up for bullying the glasses girl back in their high school days.
If you’re still confused, She was the one who drank the toilet soaked socks which was Scarlett’s own.
And if you’re still confused *sighs*,, Omo, just go and read the fist 5 chapters again biko, and come back. Feel free to refresh your memory**”
DYLAN’S HOME**
“Where were you?” His wife asked, seeing him walk in.
Dylan sighed and took off his jacket. He sat on the sofa tiredly.
“I said,,,
“Dad!!” Ari shouted and jumped on him.
She was nearly sobbing.
“Dad,, Why didn’t you coming home yesterday? Your head! What happened!” She shouted, seeing the plaster.
“Its nothing. I just had a small accident” He muttered.
Ari sniffed and hugged him.
“Dad,,, please,,, don’t get hurt again”
“Sure” He smiled.
His wife sighed.
“I’m going to work. I’m late. I made breakfast already” She uttered before taking her bag.
She left.
MONDAY**
Scarlett wore the lemon cardigan and a black free skirt.
She kept all her needed things inside her brown bag, which she crossed over her chest.
She wore sneakers, and tucked in the cardigan into the skirt. She packed her hair and smiled. written by sommy pearl f. on fb
“I look pretty. I almost look less like a secretary though. But who cares, I gotta flaunt mum’s gift now, or never”