....................==CHAPTER 1==....................
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.................==ROLAND SAYS==................
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. I was in 'sheron deuce bar' an exquisite bar located in a remote part of lagos on a particular friday evening.
. I had been there for like 30 minutes ago and was still on my 1st bottle of hero. I sighed. I wasn't much of an alcoholic fellow,you know?
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. I was there that evening just to chill out my brains(just an expression o). All thanks to the excessive work i had carried out at work ealier in the day, i was feeling kinda down and tired, i just needed to relax my brains and re-strategise my plans.
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. Ow,you might be wondering who i am,right?
Well, I am Mr Roland Daniel, a very handsome and intelligient dude, a literature graduate of obafemi Awolowo university, ile-ife. You must be thinking "Damn,this guy's way too proud,arrogant,i loathe guys like him so much.". or something like that for heaping praise on myself,hum?
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. Well, i'm not the 'i am what people says' type,you know what i mean,right?.
. Besides,what do you think about a guy who got admission into O.A.U at the age of 16 boasting of a whopping 325 in my U.T.M.E,graduated with a 1st upper class in literature and currently the 'Mr Lagos' of the highly developed center of excellence?
. Awesome,right?
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. Now,in all sincerity,Wouldn't you do anything just to be with me?
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. Well,it's up for you to decide!!
. You guys might be wondering how it is possible that someone who graduated as one of the best literature student O.A.U had seen in a century (i'm not exagerating) ends up managing a company, yeah, a client one at that,right?
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. Well,you see, my dad's stinkingly rich, like really rich o. So,once i completed my masters (oops,forgot to tell you that ba?), my dad made sure that i took over one out of his client companies, so, you see, It wasn't really my fault that i'n not one of the most renowned literature author around.
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. Well, the company isn't doing bad at all notwithstanding that i never read bussiness management in school, lets just offer our thanks to my very active brain there.
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. Hmm, i've just one problem according to Dad. yeah, according to them and since you know my type,it means nothing to me and besides no one should be perfect. Since no one should, i thought it'd be good if i have a little flaw. It won't be fair if someone is perfect,you know? Maybe that explains it.
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. Well,I've just 2 females in my life irrespective of my looks and my acheivements, yeah, just 2;my cute sister and my always ready to serve secretary.
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.....................¤ANITA SAYS¤....................
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. I wasn't excited about the planned leisure trip or maybe i kinda was but obviously not as my little sister.
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. She had been literally happy and joyous ever since Dad informed her about the proposed trip. Just some hours ago, she was beaming with happiness,her sparky beautiful eyes glowing excitedly, she was making a call across to her boyfriend (Not really a boyfriend, much more than that but i just dont wanna call him her fiancee.) telling him excitedly about the trip.
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. It was as clear as crystal she was enjoying herself just like an ibo man basking in alcohol (free alcohol ofcourse), ofcourse, that wouldn't have bothered me but it did, yeah it did and i had no choice than to shut her up. (Don't ask me how.)
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. Honestly, i can't even figure out why it bothered me but anyway, we aren't supposed to understand everything that happens, do we?
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. Well, enough of that gabbage, i'm damn sure you'r really curious to know more about me,right?
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. I'm Miss Anita Bernard, the first daughter of the C.E.O of Bernard groups of companies, really beautiful and elegant, completed my masters at the age of 23 last two years which automatically makes me 25, needless to say, i'm really brilliant and this and that. Well,that's enough for today,you'l get to know me better soon.
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. The door-bell rang jolting me out of my thoughts, i opened the door and behold was Dare (My sister's boyfriend) smiling with a mini travelling bag slung accross his shoulder. "Is he going too?". I asked myself.
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. He greeted me and walked into our magnificient living room, he wasn't a visitor anymore, you might even misplace him for my lil bro.
. Gosh, he looked really hot and i felt like smooching him (Naughty me) but that also reminded me about my not being able to get a suitable male partner yet, my only problem according to Dad.
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. "The cogent reason behind this meaningless trip.". I thought and sighed.
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................--To Be Continued--................
