It’d been two weeks since Abigail had walked in on Cyril Ndon, her over a year boyfriend and employer, having ferocious sex with his office assistant.
But in all that time, she couldn’t get the image of two them shamelessly going at it on his desk out of her mind. Abigail wasn’t sure she ever would; it was indelibly etched in her memory.
She’d had her reservations about Miss Uka Ituen when she’d been employed, but Abigail had waved the bad feelings off when she’d discovered the girl was a hard worker.
And then it had taken only three months of her employment to spread her legs for her employer. Abigail felt bad because it was what she’d done; only, she had refused to do it at work no matter how many times Cyril had suggested it.
There was something so dirty about doing that, she’d felt like if she did it she would be falling into a dank abyss of immorality she would never be able to get out of.
At twenty eight, she had always lived a conservative life style. She had been that girl, happy to be left alone by her roommates in their dorm during her university days, where she’d just curl up with a novel or read up for her classes. Abigail had never craved the fast life or envied those that wallowed in it.
The most exciting thing she’d ever done in her life was agreeing to date her employer, the proprietor of Ahead school, after months of working hand in hand with him to take the school to its current standard.
And even while doing that, she’d made sure to create safety nets for herself. She’d saved her salaries, worked hard, even though that stemmed for the passion she actually had for the school and the education system as a whole, and she hadn’t assume that her relationship with Cyril Ndon was forever.
Abigail kept her own apartment and only visited Cyril when they were both less busy. She had never assumed their relationship was based on passion; it had begun and had been maintained purely by the mutual admiration of their sapience.
She had never experienced passion in a relationship, so it’d never bothered her that she had no spark when she joined with Cyril. They were more comfortable discussing intelligently and if sex happened, it had always been instigated by Cyril and she’d just gone along with the flow.
The only thing she’d assumed with surety was that their relationship had been based on mutual respect, especially when Cyril had stopped worrying her for sex in the office. But she’d been wrong, he didn’t respect her, if he did, he wouldn’t have called for a meeting when he knew he would be dipping into his office assistant.
Had he done that on purpose? Maybe he wanted her to see what sex in the office looked like and she’d definitely seen but she still wasn’t convinced enough to try; it was just plain ridiculous, especially for someone of Cyril’s age.
When he’d visited her home later that day and had offered to make her partner and co-signatory to the school account as an incentive to remain in the school, she’d been shocked.
And if she were to be honest to herself, she’d been relieved. Abigail was relieved to be done with the dull relationship that hadn’t been going anywhere. She was also relieved to still have a job at Ahead school; she’d been scared Cyril might sack her after that episode.
But he had proven himself as the man she’d once admired, he’d put emotions aside and had sincerely explained that she was valuable to the school. He did not apologize though about his indiscretion, he’d only plainly stated that their relationship had been over for a while.
Abigail sighed and twisted in her swiveling office chair. She was waiting to have an audience with Cyril in fifteen minutes. And every time she had to meet in his office, she had to brace herself, mentally lecturing her mind to forget the disgusting image she’d seen.
Though Cyril hadn’t called her sexually cold, she knew that she was prudish; it wouldn’t be the first time a man would be breaking up with her because of her inherent conservativeness.
Even her dressing didn’t escape her conservativeness. At twenty eight, the handful of friends she had, accused her of dressing like a seventy year old matron.
A beep from her phone heralded the time for her meeting. Abigail was tired of mentally bracing herself, today had been hectic and all she wanted was to complete her work day and go home.
With that thought in mind, she surged off her seat and took the two corridor turns that would take her to the proprietor’s office.
And just like déjà vu, Miss Ituen’s table was empty of the big breasted office assistant again, just like the day she’d caught them in flagrante.
Anger surged into her throat at the thought that they might be at it again. Where they teenagers who couldn’t control their libidos? What if some other staff, less patient and less discrete than her had walked in on them?
Abigail was in a snit by the time she barged into the giant office without knocking. Her eyes singed them with the full volt of the disgust she felt when she walked in.
They weren’t really doing anything, though Miss Ituen was bending to collect a used glass from Cyril’s desk in such a blatantly sensual way that it couldn’t have been mistaken as innocent.
Her shirt exposed her cleavage as usual and the way she was bent afforded Cyril a front seat view of her goods; he’d definitely had his eyes down her shirt when Abigail had barged in.
“You do not knock any longer,” Cyril blustered angrily.
Abigail didn’t reply, she just fixed Miss Ituen with a pointed stare and the lady hurried from the office with an innocent look that fooled nobody.
When the door shut softly behind her, Abigail turned on him, “Seriously, Cyril, can’t you people control yourselves?” she barked.
“That would be Mr. Ndon to you, Miss Ette, and I would strongly advice that you be careful of the next words that leave your mouth,” he said calmly.
Abigail should have heeded his warning, but apparently she was having a delayed reaction, and all the fury she should have expressed two weeks ago came hurtling to the fore.
“You should really be ashamed of yourself, Cyril,” she called his name with special emphasis, as though daring him to do his worse. “You’re a proprietor of a beautiful, private school and you want to piss it away on a few minutes of pleasure?”
“What would the world think if this indiscretion with your office assistant got out?” she snapped.
“You’re suspended,” he said in a hard tone, his eyes shinning in anger at her words.
“Do you even know if the girl is playing you and is out to dupe you?” Abigail continued, too far gone in anger to stop.
Cyril scoffed at what she’d said; the naïve principal had no idea who he was. He was the consummate con man and he could smell a con a mile away before it was even executed.
“I do not see why any respectable lady would…would do what she did with her employer just months after she’d been employed, that is not the standard we go for in Ahead school!”
“You forget I’m the owner of the school,” Cyril barked at her, finally allowing his anger reign.
“Then act like it! Stop behaving like a dog rutting after a bitch in heat!” she spat and eyed him in a purely derisive manner that expressed how disgusted she was at him.
“So, you want me to act like the owner of the school, right?”
Abigail should have been aware of the quietness of his tone when moments ago he’d been angry, but she wasn’t.
“Yes, act like it, Cyril!” she snapped.
Cyril Ndon got to his feet, looked at her in the eye and pronounced, “Then you’re fired.”
He might have said it calmly and in a restrained tone but Abigail had heard him; she had heard the abomination he had just spewed from his mouth.
Suddenly all the anger left her and she was left speechless and shocked.
“I do not want to see you in the school premises after today. When you leave, do that with only your hand bag. Make sure all properties and documents of Ahead Nursery and Primary School are filed and left on the desk for the next principal to find and decipher easily.”
Abigail realized he wasn’t joking; the hardness of his stare expressed his total seriousness.
Should she beg? Should she apologize? Would she be able to get employment in another school? No school had appreciated her qualifications and talents like Cyril had and had given her the post to go with it.
She tried to say something but nothing came out of her dried mouth. Maybe he wasn’t really the man she’d always admired after all, because this sudden sack was obviously an emotional reaction.
There was nothing more to say. Abigail swallowed thickly, turned with a heavy heart and walked out of her proprietor’s office.
It was almost as though she’d planned it, Uka cackled at hearing that Miss Abigail Ette had been sack from her post as principal of Ahead nursery and primary school.
Without wasting time, she hurried into the ex-principal’s office after she’d left the school with a bowed head and ransacked the documents on the desk. It took less than a minute to find what she’d been looking for.
It had taken Uka two nights of constant practice to perfectly execute Cyril Ndon’s signature. She laughed gleefully when she saw how simple Miss Ette’s signature was; it would take her only an hour to perfect this with a flourish.
DUCT SEASON 4 continues
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