CHAPTER EIGHT
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He had said that the job would make her parents proud. ". He hadn't necessarily tried to harm me so far". She pondered to herself.
Miriam knew she could have just said no, turned and left, but instead she found herself stretching out her hand to take the paper. She peered down at it. " 27 Kenda street, 7th floor"
She had never heard of there before. She stared up at the man again, who gave her a last lingering look, then turned and began to strode out of the complex. Miriam stared after him.
Something in her told her just to give him and whatever company it is a listening ear. Just a listening ear. Even if they happen to be bad guys that wants to harm her, then so be it. That would be better. " What am I doing in this world alone after all. Without my family, this life feels so much empty. That would mean I would be joining them there ". She smiled ominously at the thoughts and glanced at the paper one more time. " 24 Kenda street, 7th floor". She had definitely never heard of the place before. " Well". she muttered, shaking her head. " It is no surprise, Abuja is a very large city.
Slipping the paper into her joggers back pocket, she began walking between the row of seats back to her friends.
Ever since the tragedy that struck her, she had been some kind of reckless risk taker. Most of the things that usually scared her before, she no longer even think twice before doing them. She is kind of seeking death now. She doesn't want to kill herself by her own hands, but deep inside her, she would be grateful and glad if someone does that for her.
The next day, Miriam had woken up by 7:20 am. She hastily brushed her teeth, took her bath, and cooked herself a breakfast of beans and yam.
By 8:27 am, she was done with eating and began dressing up. She chose a black hooded sweater, a black baggy joggers and a pair of black Nike sneakers. She intentionally wants to be in all black today.
Labelled on the sweater right under her chest was ". CHASE ME". right below that was a painting of two hands holding each other in a firm handshake.
After tying the shoe laces, she shut the door and left. She didn't even apply any cream on her body nor make up to her face. She had no need for those.
Miriam walked a few meters on the paved road leading into the estate their house was located in, and unto the main highway, in hailed down a taxi.
"27 Kenda street". She said to the driver.
The cab driver, a burly middle-aged man nodded and drove off.
"Are you one of them?." He asked five minutes into the journey, peering at her through the center mirror.
"One of who?". Asked Miriam her brows arches together in confusion.
The man stared back at her unbelieving, obviously surprised that she didn't understand what he is talking about.
"You aren't one of the people working at the bank on the building, at the 27 Kenda street?". .
Miriam narrowed her eyes at him. " bank?". She repeated.
The driver threw her a furtive glance.
"Yes, a bank". Seems you haven't been there before?". He said focusing keenly on the road straight ahead of them.
"No". muttered Miriam absentmindedly as she drifted into her thoughts.
"Is the bank what the stranger was talking about?. If it is, I have never seen a bank that overlooks qualifications and instead looks for people with fit body and abnormal mindset to employ. Is the bank work what the man said my parents would be proud of?". She mused to herself. The more she thought about everything, the more confused and curious she got. Miriam smiled gleefully at her thoughts, drawing a weary look from the driver. " And who even told me that I need a bank job? who even told him and why does he think so?. That fellow must be one very sick dude. " She muttered bringing out the paper from her locker and reading the note again.
"27 Kenda street, 7th floor".
She sharply glanced up at the driver. " Which floor is the bank located at?".
"It on the ground floor, the first thing you will see as you step into the building ". expounded the man.
A wry smile flashed across Miriam's face. " That's not where I am going after all". She muttered to herself.
The taxi screeched to a halt before the Nineteen story building, Miriam stepped out of the vehicle, paid driver his charge of 2 dollar and also added a tip of 1 dollar for him. He thanked her heartily and drove off. She turned and glanced at the building. It was quite a new edifice, like something built within the last 3 years or less. She watched the countless number of people trouping in and out of the building. Atop the door of the right side is a large electric sign post, with the words. " MAG BANK". written on it with multiple coloured lights. Exactly as described by the driver, the place was bustling with activities. Miriam is sure that the bank is not who the man was is recruiting for . And she is not sure if what type of crazy job the man was talking about, but here she is, on her way to a possible job interview.
Miriam cackled hoarsely at how crazy the whole thing is. "Only one thing that made her come here, only one thing, and that's what the man said later in. ' It is a job that will make your parents proud'
Miriam slowly ran her eyes from the electric sign post up to the seventh floor and fixed it there. She wondered if they are watching her, taking in her every move. Her instincts told her that she is probably right. She consulted her time and began walking to the building. 10:21 am, she is nine minutes early.
Miriam entered the elevator and pressed 7
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