[b][u][color =red]Spur of the moment by Invincible[/color][/u]
Dennis alighted from a yellow tricycle, looking cute and smart. If only looks could fetch money he wouldn't mind being the ugliest just to have zillions at his dispossal.
His hurriedly arrange documents fell off while he was searching his pocket for money.
He stooped to pick them, his waec print out fell into a pot hole, it was stained with mud. He retrieved a wrinkled blue floral handkerchief from his pocket, wiping off the dirt.
"ogah abeg pay make i dey go. Ah ah" ranted the tricycle driver.
Dennis rapidly inserted his documents in a brown envelope. The driver was a real trouble maker, he'd cursed every tom díck and harry on the high way.
Dennis' free hand travelled to the back pocket of his black-turned-brown jean trouser.
Smile crept on his lips as he felt something as thick as N500 notes. The anxious 24 years old hissed loudly, realising it was nothing but a bunch of well folded piece of papers!!!
He searched his left pocket, it was drier than sahara. Luck seemed to be on vacation.
"kai wanan mutumin i still dey wait o" The driver ranted some more. Dennis was unstable like goat on heat. His hand shoke as he searched his brown envelope in futility.
"i would take care of it." a fair lady muttered, reviving him from 'sweat land'
it was the same lady he'd been admiring all through the twenty minutes drive. He however shove those thoughts, no such classy girl would save him a glance.
Why did she take a cab anyway?
"thanks miss" i won't forget this.
He appreciated in utter embarrasement.
The driver stared at him sternly, shoke his head and drove off.
Dennis frowned as he recounted his the first time he met mystery Tiffany.
He silently wished she never helped him. Help! Was that help? Certainly not, it was attached to evil strings.
The youngman looked tattered, his hair was compeletly a mess, he just returned from another fruitless job hunt, to hike it up, there was no food in the house. He contemplated spending the N50 he had left.
His phone rang, diverting his stream of thoughts.
As usual the screen was blank, no caller i.d no nothing!
Tiffany again! He cursed under his breath.
He didn't want to answer but found himself doing the opposite.
"hello!" his voice sounded heavy and authoritative.
"have you changed your mind yet? Think about it, you would have millions transfered to you."
Dennis licked his lips greedily. "mil...millions?"
Tiffany chuckled "all you need do is deliver a car to my friend"
dennis raised his brows. " just that? Why would i get millions for that?"
"its a surprise birthday gift to a senator's daughter. The car is parked across the road. Keys are behind its back tyre, you'ar taking it to Tina junction" just then the line went dead.
Senator's daughter! He heard it on the grapevine that the state governor had an abandoned child with the name Tiffany. Waow! He was chatting with a rich girl. Unbelievable! Dennis you don hammer!!!
His prayer and fastings weren't in vain, oh boy!
He got clad in a black tux; the best wear he had.
Exactly as Tiffany described a hyndai sonata was neatly parked across the road. He'd located the keys and opened the car. His phone beeped,
it was a text message.
"good. Send me your bank details"
he quickly sent what was required, he silently prayed his message was delivered 'cause the sender I.D was blank too. Chai! Rich girls and their wahala, she didn't want him calling her. Who cares! As long as he gets his millions he would be satisfied.
Dennis drove for several minutes. He was halted by a security officer.
"mr man, get down" the police commanded.
Dennis was taken aback, other drivers didn't alight, he however obliged.
"open your booth" the officer pressed on.
"what for? Is that how you operate!" dennis raised his voice.
The police man opened the booth by himself. A brown carton came into view.
"what is this?"
"what is what?" Dennis threw back.
"our bomb detectors detected a bomb in your car. Where are you taking it to? Who sent you? Infact you'ar under arrest. Sergeant usman!"
the police man explained after unwrapping the carton shìeld which revealed an explosive device.
"i..i can explain sir. A lady instructed me to deliver a car to her friend" dennis stammered, fighting of sergeant usman who was bent on handcuffing him.
"where is the lady?"
"i don't know. We spoke on phone."
"are you sure? Ok give me her phone number" the police commanded.
Dennis scurried his call log and sent message folder. Tiffany's number wasn't there. It then dawned on him the caller i.d was always hidden.
Just when he was about speaking, his phone rang.
"put it on loud speaker" the police instructed.
"hello, is this Mr. Dennis Mark?" came a voice from the other end.
"ye...yes"
"on 16th of this month you sent you application letter to our company. Congratulations, you got the job. You'd starting tomorrow you are the branch manager of blendis corperation"[/b]
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