“Wait, what did you just say?” I asked. “I said I came back to the flat last night and the whole place was looking deserted. Most of her valuables had been carted away,” her flat mate said to me.
“Okay hold on, I will call you back later,” I said and quickly ended the call. I called my girl’s line, it rang. I held my breath as the phone rang. The line rang to the end without any answer, I repeated the call; “the number you have called is not available at the moment, please try again later,” was the response from the network provider. I wasn’t going to wait for any later. I dialled the number again. I got the same response I got earlier on. I was alarmed, I didn’t know exactly what to make of the development. I called back the flat mate immediately. “Are you sure your flat was not burgled?” I asked. “How could a burglar cart away only the things belonging to your girl? None of my things is missing, not even a pin,” she said with a raised pitch. “Are you serious?!” I screamed. “What do you suggest we do?” I asked for wont of what to say or ask. “I don’t know o,” the lady answered. I could almost hear her asking “wetin concern me for this matter?” “Okay, don’t worry, I will figure out what to do next,” I told her.
I sat down and made mental notes of when I felt it all started, I mean this nasty dream I was having fully awake. I brought out a piece of paper and started scribbling down stuff as they came to mind. I left my thought all staggered on the piece of paper hoping to connect the dots later. I examined all our activities over the weekend to see if she had said anything or made any move that could have alluded to this drama that was unfolding before my eyes. I couldn’t pin down anything that she said or did that could suggest she was planning to elope or do anything untoward. However, one thing came to mind. Her refusal for us to pay a visit to Sydney at work kept ringing a bell in my head. “But she gave me the reason for her refusal there and then which I thought made a lot of sense,” I murmured under by breath. “But how did her phone suddenly start losing network signals from that Saturday night” I asked myself. “Or was she acting out a script and was the challenge with her phone part of the script?” I asked myself, wishing I knew all the answers to the questions I was asking.
Finally, I stood from my seat to take the first concrete step at understanding the ‘mini mystery’ that was playing out, whatever that meant. I drove all the way to her workplace; that’s what she called their company. I remember asking her why she preferred to call the place ‘workplace’ instead of calling the company by its name or simply call it my office. “That’s where I work and what we do in that place is work, hence, the name,” she told me. That really cracked me up, then.
I had never gone into the complex before now but I have waited for her at their car park the two times or thereabout that I visited her at her ‘workplace’. Again, I have never met any of her colleagues except the ones she had put up on her BB display picture with messages like “happy birthday dear or yeah, Zizi is a year older today.’
“Hi, my name is Tim, I’m here to see Judith,” I said to the front desk officer after she greeted me with a very bold smile. The kind of smile that you only see on faces advertising for mouth washes. Written boldly on the tag on her chest was her name, Tessy. “Judith, who please?” She queried. I told her Judith’s surname. “Judith is not on seat, sir,” she replied. “Did she travel or something?” I asked. “Sorry sir, you can call Judith on her personal mobile phone, I’m not obliged to say the whereabouts of our personnel,” she answered. Before I could ask another question, the table phone rang. She spoke in a low tone before hanging up. She looked up and said “sorry, that’s all I could say about Judith.” “Can I see a senior person or anybody who would be comfortable or in a position to tell me more about Judith?” I asked. “I’m afraid, no one will. We don’t entertain personal matters here,” she said. How about I said to her that I suspect Judith’s flat had been burgled, would that change her mind? I ignored that thought and stormed out of the office. Back in my car, I called Judith’s number again, all to no avail. It dawned on me that all this while, I and Judith had been doing ‘Lagos love’. I haven’t met anybody I could call “her people,” she also has not met anybody from my side too except when my younger brother came around for the holidays.
“Who do I tell about this development, Am I panicking unnecessarily or could her flat mate somehow be involved in the unfolding drama or should I involve the police already?” I asked myself. A thousand and one questions flooded my mind, all competing for instant answers. I held my head and screamed “arrrrrgggh!”
I drove back to the office and locked the door once I got in. I brought out the piece of paper where I had jotted some thoughts as to what could have happened. I took a quick look at the whole scenario once more. An idea came to mind immediately, “call Sydney and tell him about the drama,” my mind said to me. I didn’t hesitate; I put a call across to Sydney. Sydney didn’t pick, he instead sent me a message, “I will call you later…In a meeting.”
I drew a deep breath first before breathing down with a sigh of relief. I wasn’t relieved because I had found out what was happening but because I somehow believed Sydney would be able to suggest something or say something that would give me a headway.
I looked at the time; it was already quarter past three. “Wow!” I shouted. “Today is almost gone and I haven’t achieved anything whatsoever for this office,” I said. I advised myself to catch a breather before resuming work. I obeyed, placed my head on the table for what I thought would be a ten minutes nap. For where? I woke up at ten minutes before four. When I looked at the phone, there were no missed calls. I stood from my seat; inside the bathroom, I lavishly ran water on my head. I allowed some to drip down to my neck region thereby giving me some chill. I got down to work without further waste of time. Every call that came in got me excited, as I thought it could be Sydney on the line. Sydney didn’t call until it was past seven in the night. “Oh boy sorry o. You won’t believe I just came out of the meeting just now,” he said. “Wow! That must be some serious stuff you guys were discussing?” I asked. “Yeah, it’s a routine here. Whenever an idea is ready to go to client, we usually have this review session that tends to take the whole day. My MD is a sticker for excellent jobs, while he acknowledges that there’s no such things as perfect ideas, however, he doesn’t like it when client dismisses ideas that took us days to finalize within minutes of looking at it,” Sydney said to me.
I almost forgot why I called him because as a newbie in the industry, I always listen to learn a thing or two from people who have cut their teeth in the business. “You called me earlier,” Sydney said. “Yes, I have this little drama that is unfolding before my eyes,” I began. “I’m not able to reach my girl on the phone for some days now. The phone actually rang once today but she didn’t pick, since then, I have not been able to connect with her,” I said. “Actually, it all started when her flat mate called to say unknown person came to remove her stuff from the house without breaking into the house,” I said.
“Where are you now?” Sydney asked. “I’m still in the office,” I answered. “Okay, you know what, what drink do you have in your fridge at the office?” Sydney asked. “I have my favourite drink,” I replied. “Good, I hope it is chilled? Find a spot in your office and enjoy the drink. You sound very agitated. Just calm down, when I get home I will call you; hopefully you too will be home by then and together, we will sort this out,” Sydney said,
IT’S A SMALL WORLD continues…
As usual, your comments bring out the beauty in our stories. We love reading them. Have your say in the comment box. To share the story, click on the Facebook share button on this page or on our Facebook.
DO NOT COPY OUR STORIES.