Julie
Sanders was at it again. She tapped her fingers in wrath, gesticulating at the
time. The unfortunate fellow to have a taste of her wrath was her new employed
pilot. She preferred to call him a driver, but her profession and courtesy
demands she addressed him as a pilot.
She
cupped her cheek and sighed in exasperation. His phone was off and God knows it
was good news for him.
Finally,
he arrived. He took a little more time to adjust his bold tie, he needed to
appear well before his mistress, else he risk the chance of getting
sacked.
“Madam
I…”
“What is the time you peasant?”
“What is the time you peasant?”
He was
taken aback and tried to steal a quick glimpse of the wall clock ticking behind
him.
“Oh, I’m
so sorry madam, my wristwatch is bad, I didn’t notice”
She
smiled, that was strange. And he knew it was trouble.
“Hand
over the keys”
“But…”
“Now!”
“But…”
“Now!”
He
handed it over and she made it official.
“Mr John
or whatever you are called, you are fired!”
And
there went her 24th pilot.
She took
the dark limousine and drove herself to the red carpet event.
She was
the star of the show so she had to appear her best.
It took
her another 30minutes to reapply her make up. She had the announcement
requesting her presence but who cares? They would wait. She had an award to
collect, so she had to look her best.
And
finally, when she was satisfied with looks, she confidently alighted from the
car and got the attention of the media and the massive crowd instantly.
She was
the best in her modelling career; and this was the 7th award she was taking
home for the past 7years. Well of course there has been other awards, but the
best model in Africa was the award she treasured most. And yes she would
trample on anyone to get it back to back, every year.
“And so,
this year award of miss Africa goes to Julie Sanders, again”
Julie
read an abash meaning to the last words of the host. He didn’t look too happy
that he was handling the award to the same person he did for over 7years. But
she didn’t care. She deserves it. And she would have what she deserves.
She took
good shots with her extravagant and susceptible gold gown.
her fame
traveled far and wide. Company’s and organizations pleaded to use her for an
advert, media houses struggled to get an autograph and an interview.
“I am
the best, I am the desire of every one…always remember that”
She shot
at a model who dare stepped into her office without knocking.
Vero
couldn’t understand how her offense warranted Julie to remind her of her fame
and achievements, but she dare not oppose.
“Am
sorry madam”
“What do you need?”
“What do you need?”
Vero
swallowed a lump of saliva, she contemplated on the message she was about to
deliver. She was the personal assistant (PA) to Julie at Prada designers, where
Julie was made head Fashion designer.
“Madam,
it’s Jack wilshere from Silver advertising company, he is here again”
Julie
long hiss and the frown that followed made Vero retrace her steps and attempted
to hurry out of the office when Julie called.
“On a
second thought, send the idiot in”
Jack was
one man that has constantly pester her to feature in his advert. It was a big
step to get his project approved and win the contract worth millions; he just
had to get her, his opponent was not one to toy with. But, he met a bulwark.
“Madam
good…”
Julie
right hand in the air, pointing out a stop signal made him halt.
“Jack,
whatever. What’s your fucking problem, I’m not your class, I certainly can’t be
featured by a cheap ass like you…I mean look at the way you are dressed dude”
Jack had
to re check himself. He was smartly dressed on his wing tip suit with his
portfolio to tag with his silver wristwatch.
“Madam,
if you would just give me a chance, my mother really needs the money to have an
operation”
Jack
didn’t care if he was too open about his real reason why he needed the money.
Because, right now, there was no other option.
Julie
thought she was almost caught of guard when she felt a little sympathy. But
then, she concluded he wanted to take advantage of her human sympathy.
“Get out
you fraud. You think you can deceive me? I can’t believe you would stoop so low
to have a taste of what you are not worth”
Her
words sank deep into him. It replayed in a way that he couldn’t bare.
“Julie…
He
suddenly called her by name
“Soon,
your throne would be taken from you. You would be in my shoes, and you would
know what it means to lose someone. You would feel my pain”
Julie
couldn’t believe this man. She got so infuriated.
“Vero!
Get me security”
She made
sure Jack was locked up for his insult in a police cell for a couple of days.
He missed his advert presentation and lost the contract.
Julie
only released him when his sister came pleading to her office.
It was
too much to bear. She had hurt too many people, although she didn’t see it that
way.
“Why did
you lock him up? You are such a bitch”
Siera
lashed at her.
Siera
was her only friend who was never scared of her. And Julie loved her so much,
she could sacrifice anything for siera.
“What?
He insulted me”
“But you said it yourself, he had his mother in an hospital”
“Who cares Siera? Who helped me when my parents both died of internal bleeding after the accident? Who helped when my only brother died of starvation! No one, so why should I help him?”
“But you said it yourself, he had his mother in an hospital”
“Who cares Siera? Who helped me when my parents both died of internal bleeding after the accident? Who helped when my only brother died of starvation! No one, so why should I help him?”
Siera
paused when Julie went in rage again and threw her glass of wine at the wall.
“Is that
why you fired your new pilot?”
Another
issue that made Julie scoffed.
“Siera
the guy is a zombie, I can’t work with him”
“Julie, that is the 24th pilot I stress my ass to get for you”
“Julie, that is the 24th pilot I stress my ass to get for you”
Julie
attempted to defend herself again but Julie was quick to continue.
“Julie,
you can let the pain of the past to affect your present, don’t you see? You are
hurting everyone around you because of your past, please Julie, I will continue
to tell you the truth. Change your ways”
Julie
was quiet as she backed Siera to face the tainted glass window from her
apartment.
Siera
was hoping she got to Julie this time, but as expected, Julie threw it back at
her face.
“Get out”
“Julie…
“Get out now!…”
“Julie…
“Get out now!…”
Although
she acted like Siera words didn’t get to her, she couldn’t stop her words from
reverberating in her mind.
And then
she slept that night, totally ignorant of what had occurred in darkness. She
opened her eyes the next morning and saw her body surrounded by hoodlums.
“What
the hell…?”
She ran
to them and screamed on top of her voice. But, they didn’t hear her. Infact,
they went thru her. Her eyes went wide when she realised the worst has
happened.
A woman
with a white cloak called from behind her.
“Julie,
welcome to the other side”
©onyeneke
Abel .November 2017 all rights reserved.
The other side
The other side
Continues.
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