[STORY] SUSAN’S REVENGE (Episode 04)

Episode 04.

I was still waiting for my turn when the receptionist received a call. I knew the hour had come. I was going to meet George face to face for the first time.

“Okay sir!” The Ebony lady said and hung up.
“Young lady”, she turned to me.
“He’s waiting for you”.
I quickly rose up.

“Thank you”, I replied and in a few seconds, I was inside the office.
“Take a seat young lady!” Was his first word to me.
I hoped in my heart they would be his last.
I sat down and waited to answer every question he would love to ask.
“Miss Susan Adeola. I’m sorry, we can’t have your kind in this school”, He said bluntly, sorting through some files on his table.

Was he starting another round of insults. Please someone should tell him I don’t take nonsense from anybody. I’ll be forced to murder him right here in his office if he doesn’t control his tongue.

My plan was to make him fall in love with me. Lure him into a good spot here no one would find us and kill him. I had to play my game very well or lose at the beginning.
“Sir, I don’t understand!” I politely replied.
“You don’t have a masters. You only have three years working experience. And those schools you worked in are not as standard as this school. I’m sorry but this Job is not for people like you”.
I knew I needed to act fast.

“Sir, I know it would be difficult to believe, but I have great believe in myself. I believe I can also be of help to you not only as a staff. I know you have every right to ask whatever you want especially by helping a young orphan girl like me. I promise you, you’ll have everything you ask”, I said and reached for his hand across the table.
“I mean anything! I smiled as I caressed it.
“Just give me the job and your body will never regret it”.
I couldn’t believe myself. Was I really saying this or was something else speaking through me? This was not me.

A bit of remorse sprang up, but I was not going to back out of the mission.
I was dressed in my most beautiful red dress. I didn’t have those immorality appealing dresses, but what I was putting on was breath taking.

His eyes were now on me. Sure, he was scanning my body. I felt irritated by the act, but I tolerated it.
“I’m doing this for you, Chioma!” I said inwardly.
“How sure am I that I won’t regret it?” Mr George asked.
I almost thought I was the one asking myself those questions.
I quickly drifted out of my thoughts and answered him.
“I am a woman of my word”.

“I’m not talking about your body. I’m talking about business. How sure my school would produce brilliant students under your supervision?”
“I’m the most skilled English teacher you can ever trust your students with. I studied it in school and I had a 2nd class upper in the course. I was the 2nd best in my set”, I replied confidently.
He paused and took a long look at me.
“And you’re going to be giving it to me?”

“Sure! You just need to call! You deserve it sir. This Job you are giving me is an answer to prayers”.
He was quiet for a while, observing me. I saw a hint of excitement in those eyes which he was forcing himself to hide. I knew I had succeeded already.
“Susan! You’re such a genius!” I congratulated myself in my heart.
“Alright! Congratulations Miss Susan”, he said and stretched his out his hand towards me.
I smiled and took it.
“I won’t let you down, I promise!”
I leapt in victory as soon as I got out of the office. The receptionist looked at me and smiled.
“Thank you so much ma!” I said waving at her.
She nod her head in response and returned to her work.

It was Thursday and Mr George had informed me to resume work the following week. I kept walking till I arrived the school gate. It was still very early that morning so students were arriving.
As I got to the gate, a girl of about 15 or 16 stared intently at me. I was wondering who she was and why she gave me that sort of look.

I am here for revenge, not for kids like you. I had not lost all about my relationship with God. I still had the gift of perception in me, so I discerned her Spiritually. She was a growing Christian. A real Christian. Her gaze lingered for a while, before she passed.

I felt a pang of sadness. I knew this was where I belong, but my ambition had driven me away from my God. I loved praying so much. “Locomotive machine”, was what my friends called me.
I decided to walk home since Queens high school was not far from where I live. The walk home was a moment of decision making.
Was I really going to become George’s mistress? Would I give him my body after all these years of keeping myself chaste?

Those were not the most important part. What I loved so much had left me. My prayer life. I don’t know why of all things in this world, it was prayer I loved so much. I could stay in the place of prayer for hours as a teenager. I remembered my high school days. I was so fund of praying that it drove me like hard drugs. I won’t be able to concentrate on anything untill I spoke in tongues.

What am I doing? No! This is not right. But I had gone too far. I’ve left Cranfield. They begged me to stay.
I remembered how Cynthia was asking me if God was the one leading me and I lied to her. They even told me that, it was the same place Chioma went to and lost her relationship with God. I told them that I would not fail Jesus. I told them that Mr George would meet a completely different girl for the first time.
I told them that I would slay him for Jesus. Hmmmm! What a big lie! I’m the one being slain here and if I am correct, Mr George had succeeded in slaying Chioma and I.

Who sent me here? Why am I here? If someone had told me that I would one day seduce a man like a harlot, I would not believe it. I was almost talking like a prostitute to Mr George. Advertising myself to him.
What is wrong with me? So this is how far bitterness can lead me?
My eyes became blurred with tears. I looked ahead of me and saw someone sitting at my doorstep. I recognised her immediately.
It was Emmanuella Abayomi. My mentor’s daughter. If there was anyone I could call my biological sister, that was her.

I was an orphan girl who had lost both parents in an aircrash, when they took me.
We were three girls, Emmanuella, Juliet and I. We burned for God during our high school days. All the boys that were crushing on us were crushed and won onto God’s kingdom.

I remember how Ella would carry herself out there and tell us she was going to hunt down a prey. We were best friends back then.
As I got closer, she stood up. A broad grin on her face.
“Fire sister!” She hailed and ran to give me a hug.
If only she knew I was not the person she was referring to.
To be continued…

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