Bisi - the other woman Ep. 12
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Bisi - the other woman Ep. 12

By Jon Doe  Posted on 19th Aug 2018

Estimated reading time: 4 mins 1 secs

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"You forgot my lunch order"

A complicated expression ran through Namdi's face when he saw the receptionist stop. Somehow, he had gained and lost.

"Sir! You said for making us wait you would atone for your sins with a business lunch. Your receptionist can go."

"I don't remember saying... you know what... regardless, she will stay here and take notes on the events of and leading to the fire."

An impatient expression quickly appeared and vanished from Bisi's brow but she conceded.

"Where should I start?"

"From the beginning, Miss. Leave nothing out."


"It was dark so I can't say I saw much."

"That's fine, you can just stick to what you saw."

"My memory is a little fuzzy. If we could go to the scene of the fire, that would help."

"Alright I'll have one of the interns escort you to..."

"No, the least you can do is take this seriously and handle this case personally!"

"God woman! Let’s just get this over with. I'll meet you outside."

Namdi watched as Bisi grabbed her bag and headed out with the receptionist. He looked at the untouched tea cups. He was thirsty but had lost his appetite for tea. More importantly, he needed to focus on calming himself down. Walking out with his lower half at full mast would make him the talk of the office.

Ten minutes later, he strolled past the reception; a quick shout to the receptionist to toss him a bottle of water. She wasn't there. Bisi was already in the elevator holding the door open. Stepping in, Namdi stood as far from her as he could, the doors closing behind him. She laughed, a melody dripping with seduction.

"I won't make you do anything you don't want to do. Here, take a drink, you look dehydrated."

Namdi reflexively caught the bottle of water she threw to him. He looked at her suspiciously.


"I promise to stay on my side of the elevator till the doors open."

With a finger, she made a cross over her left chest, finalizing the promise. “There was nothing religious about the way she did it,” Namdi thought. Unscrewing the cap, he lifted the bottle to his lips. He stopped, the first drop nearly splashing into his mouth. Bisi noticed his hesitation. She flashed a radiant smile. He lowered the bottle.

"You really don't trust me?"

"Almost as much as I don't trust myself around you."

"You really do know how to flatter a lady."

"You, my dear, are no lady."

"Awww, that's the first time you've called me 'mine' and 'dear'. Now what do I call you?"

Namdi was at a loss, there was something about this vixen in front of him...

"Call me Namdi."

"Namdi... I like it. To think it took this long for you to tell me your name. Nice to meet you"


As the elevator descended, Bisi stretched out her hand. Throwing the bottle of water away, Namdi smiled as he shook it, feeling a slight pinch. Her hand was small, nearly lost in his; he hadn't fallen for her water trap. His eyelids grew heavy. With a ding, the elevator doors opened; Namdi's eyes closed.

Namdi's eyes opened, his vision a blur, head muddled, his body stretched and prone on a soft surface.

"Where am I?"

His words came out slurred. His mind went back trying to remember. It began to come back to him in bits and pieces. The elevator, I drank water, no wait, I threw it away but then a woman, a handshake, pinch, no it was a prick! Her! His vision cleared, right in front of him was;


He roared as he lunged for her. He didn't get far, his body recoiling, metal digging into his wrist and ankles. She had handcuffed him to a bed.

"Sweety, I know you want me so bad but you have to be patient."

Namdi's eyes widened. In Bisi's hand was a hypodermic needle.

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