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Sad thing9 Jun 2021
SAD THING ?
Episode 7
Slowly Camila had began to observe that Vivian was not her friend as she doesn't want Nnamdi to return to her, whenever Camila wants to go home with her son, she always came up with one excuse or the other, it was so obvious that she didn't want Camila to get too close to Nnamdi.
Camila wanted to take her son from her forcefully but when she remembers the bond that Vivian shares with her son, she decided to take things easy with her.
"She really took good care of my son when I was in rehab, and even christened him Nnamdi like I told her and she is the mother Nnamdi knows, I know one day my son would come to know that i gave birth to him" Camila said in tears and from that day she stopped insisting on taking Nnamdi home but she put it on herself to see her son everyday at Vivian's place.
On the other hand, Camila was facing some other issues, her addiction was over but she was facing the consequences, apart from losing her son to Vivian, Camila was still bankrupt and in debt as the mortgage bank had been threatening to take over her house if she fails to pay off the mortgage.
She had few months to pay off or lose the only property she had left, she was educated, her late parents made sure she had the best education available.
She graduated from a prestigious institution with good results before her parents died in that plane crash.
Camila had never worked in her life and because she lacked experience, no company was willing to hire her service. The only job she found that needed no experience was the Janitor's job(cleaner), the job was available in an hotel, and her duty also includes to serve the customers and other workers, the hotel owns a big restaurant too and she would also work at the restaurant most of the time.
Camila tearfully signed a contract to become a Janitor at a six star hotel and restaurant.
Camilla resumed work the next day and her sole goal was to pay off the mortgage bank. Even though the work was hard, Camila was still determined to work and get paid so she could pay off the mortgage on her house.
Few months had passed and Camila couldn't save up even half of the amount she needed to pay off mortgage, because her salary was little and she could only get by with it.
One rainy day, at the close of work, Camila had changed out of her work clothes, and she had put on her worn-out shoes, and rushed home in the pouring rain. But then she had to run to Vivian's house to see her son, she had noticed that her son had began to get close to her by the day, and it was so nice to know that Vivian had not noticed the sudden closeness that existed between the mother and son. She was carried away with the fact that Nnamdi only calls her mother.
Just as Camila was crossing the sidewalk, a sudden intense light swept by.
A G wagon suddenly stopped abruptly with the sharp noise of brakes.
Before Camila had a chance to react, she fell to the ground.
A man rushed out of the car and cursed at her,
"What are you doing? Are you in a hurry to die?"
As her knees and arms were bumped by a car and injured, Camila tried to stand up, only to fall to the ground again.
Camila looked at the flashy car parked in front of her and shivered with anger,
"Do you think you can be so arrogant just because you are rich? I have your license plate number. Do you believe I can sue you?"
The driver didn't expect Camila to be so rude and hot-tempered, when the window slowly rolled down, a man's voice came from the back seat.
"Give her money." In a low tone
"Yes, sir." The driver immediately put on a respectful tone.
A large amount of money was thrown at Camila
But Camila's eyes were red with anger, and her eyes were filled with tears. She desperately looked up to keep the tears from falling down.
Camila picked up the money on the ground, and with all her strength, she endured the pain in her knees and arms, and threw the money into the back seat
"You." The driver turned around angrily, threatening to hurt her.
The man who had asked the driver to give Camila money smiled. however, he stopped the driver from saying more words to Camila.
"That's enough Paul" the man at the back seat said ignoring the money that was all over where he sat.
Camila looked at the man in the back seat of the car, the street light shining through the window on his face.
He had a noble and handsome face, just like the ancient king. The cold eyes blinked deeply as he looked at Camila mockingly.
"Come here." He hooked his finger and beckoned to Camila, saying in an irresistible tone.
The man was so handsome that Camila couldn't help but stare at his charming face through the window.
A gold card was thrown out of the window. The man's proud voice was tinged with condescending pity, "Here's my card. You can sue me. Of course, if you need medical attention, you can bring it to me, my address is on the card."
The G wagon sped away, splashing mud and water on Camila's clothes.
Camila sat on the muddy ground, her eyes tearing up with anger. Camila angrily picked up the gold business card and tried hard to shred it, but she couldn't do it at all.
And then she threw the card into her hand bag. Camila wished her parents were alive, they had all the contacts that would get This arrogant rich man punished. She thought
At the same time, Camila remembered the huge amount of money that was thrown at her and she wished she accepted all that money.
"that money was in dollars and I'm sure it will pay off what I owe the mortgage bank" Camila thought but at a second thought she was glad she didn't accept the money.
"That man and his driver are terrible and I don't need such money, they almost got me killed, they didn't even bother to know if I was severely injured, instead they threw money at me, they think money is everything, or do I look like a beggar? Thank God I'm saved" she said to her self.
That night, the handsome man at the back of the G wagon couldn't stop thinking about Camila, he felt remorseful for how he treated her
"I thought she would feel better if my driver gives her money but I don't know it would offend her,.... I hope our paths cross again, so I can say sorry to her, well she got my card, I know that she would definitely call me soon" The young man thought.
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