He is Mine

I wake up to the buzz of my alarm, oh not again, I muttered. This is the third time I will be putting off the alarm today, don't be surprised, I am an heavy sleeper which made me set my alarm three different time within an hour. I staggered as i manage to come out of bed because I was having a slight headache which is as a result of the little hangout I had with my colleagues last night to celebrate a big news hit which has given my company NAHAS Media  limited, a tremendous recognition in the media industry and has also increase our patronage even though no one knows that I am the brain behind it . I am a journalist and I am specialized in investigative journalism and had use my write ups to bring end to a lot of menace in the society, thereby exposing a lot of illegal deals. To the outside world, no one knows me because I am two faced, a jovial,talkative, playful and nonchalant individual who loves to party and will not miss any open opportunities. Basically everyone knows me to be an artist, I love to draw and paint a lot. This I do at my leisure time then sell which is what I use as a cover up to my real occupation.  While in the journalism world, am a guru who tends to get through any difficulty just to expose evil doers in the society, I avoid spotlight and being caught on camera, I am popular as people sings my praise everywhere for the tremendous works I am doing which has aid in reducing the act of corruption in my society but no one can connect it to me, I am a special undercover journalist and could also be called a con artist as I change character from time to time, I have acted as a doctor before to get the records of a patient that was injected to death but said to have cardiac arrest, I have stayed in the asylum to see how they treat the mentally retarded people, I have joined a team of robbers just to understand their ways of stealing and exposed that, I have done a lot of dangerous things in the past which is why my identity remained hidden, I am often referred to as agent O,  that even my colleagues at work didn't know who I am, just my editor in chief and CEO knows me in person and once in every two weeks , my real name  Jumai Salam is printed on some comical new story to give me headline as my beat is cartoon and comics, just to avoid any form of suspicion among my peers, so when I mean two faced, yes that's really what I am I took a shower and hurriedly dress up, putting on a sleek white gown and a black polished high tech heel shoe, this shoe helps to keep track of my movements and signals are sent to my CEO laptop and a particular technology company hired for my security which I personally nor the company knows. I bond my hair into a bun, applied powder and lipstick, used my wristwatch which is also a tracker  and hurried out as I am about 15minutes late from my scheduled meeting with my CEO, who has summoned me to discuss a new assignment following the successful story we had the previous day. I bolted my door shut as I finally exit my two bedroom apartment which is like a 10minute drive to my office though I don't have a ride, I normally followed the staff bus which I had probably missed because I was a little behind time today. I decide to walk down , there was a pothole some feet's away from me and just then a car drove past me, a black Lexus jeep and splash water on my beautiful white gown. As if the day wouldn't get any worse. Did that just happen, oh no. I saw the car stopped a few metres away and a young guy, extremely cute probably in his mid 30s having a familiar face came down from the owners corner and hurried to my side. Oh young lady, I am so sorry. My driver wasn't careful enough and I could feel his face on me, he was almost tearing me up with his looks, and what do you expect, I am a young lady in my late twenties , and I am averagely beautiful and attractive so I am not surprised. Mind if I buy you another dress because I know you are probably off to a important place. I replied No and told him not to worry and would probably get dressed hence my house is just few feet's away. He then offer to wait and dropped me off in my office. He is very polite and I seems to like him. It took me just 10minutes to change my clothes and I am back again. I thanked him for waiting and hops into his Lexus jeep as he ordered his driver to take off with a sounding warning that he should be extremely careful this time to avoid repeating the same mistakes. He dropped me off at my company gate and once again apologized to me for ruining my dress, he then dropped his card in my hands and introduced himself as Nas Abdul, the popular CEO of the N&A group of company's. A telecommunication expert. Wow, now I know why his face seems so familiar as he is always on the conventional broadcast media, granting interview to virtual anybody. He is said to be of good behaviour but his sudden source of wealth seems a mystery as he had no wealthy background. I collected the card and bid him Farewell. I quickly took the lift to my CEO office which is on the 4th floor of our 5storey company building. I knocked on his door and entered after I got a response to come in, I greeted in and start to explain my reason for being late which he waved off with his hands, indicating no need. He is a man of action and always speak less. He dropped a file in front of me and asked me to treat it. I took the file and guess who I saw.