The Good Life serialization begins again 3
The gate of the Ro-Ro Port was
still closed, though. Ro-Ro was an affiliate body of the Apapa Quays and it
alone dealt with the importation of fairly used cars.
Walking briskly, noting the time
through his watch, he forded Creek Road when there was a little lull in its
ever constant flow of fast traffic. He strode down Jetty Road and up Sapele
Road to number seven, a huge three-storey building that hosted different
business establishments. Vintage International that employed him had the whole
use of the ground floor and its owner’s reason for being on the ground floor
was that it was easier for their clients and would-be clients to come to them
on the ground floor as against climbing the stairs.
VI was into several ventures
including clearing and forwarding, Uba’s main department with them. Its
premises were sectioned into large and small offices with passages
intersecting. The managing director’s sanctuary was the largest for a sole
occupant and next in line for a fair amount of solitary space was his
secretary. One of the offices was also that of a man quaintly known as the Time
and Data Keeper whose task was to record all the activities of the firm into an
electronic database.
Uba moved down a passage to the
man’s office. The limited enclosure, with its diminutive wooden desk, made the
corpulent man seem larger than life.
“Good morning, sir,” Uba greeted,
as he got himself a pen and pulled open a ruled hardback notebook.
“Morning, Will,” boomed the IT
expert. “It’s exactly eight now and I was just about to ink the register with a
red line.”
Uba had finished putting down his
arrival time and signature in the log book. “Well, I beat the time, sir.”
“Only on Mondays that you do,”
the man said as he ushered him out with a wink and closed his office door after
hanging a ‘If You Arrive Now, You Are Late’ sign on its front.
“Is this a new innovation?” Uba
asked, “’cause it’s certainly new on me.”
“Yeah, Will. An inspiration I had
some time ago and I’m just putting into effect.”
“Well I hope it’ll have some effect,” Uba said. In his heart he knew
it wouldn’t. He retreated down the passage to the MD’s office. He knew the head
honcho wasn’t yet around, but his target, the secretary was.
Her name was Jane Colin and she
was a recent employee who hadn’t yet spent a year with VI. She was of average
height. She had ample curves, was very attractive like a goddess and Uba had
been having several nights with her in his dreams. He fancied her a lot and
intended to get her in the hole someday soonest.
He entered her station and
switched to his drawl reserved for the opposite sex he wanted to be intimate
with. It had become a reflex action with him. “Hi, Jane. Howz the morning?”
Note: This is the third page of the Oseyiza Oogbodo book, The Good Life. More excerpts to follow
on this blog. Its weekly serialization began some weeks ago but began again due
to some hitches. It's also available on Amazon and many other stores through
the links below. Other Oogbodo books available on Amazon, Barnes & Noble,
Dang Dang and other stores are Short
Story Galore, and The Newell Murder,
with Dedication To The Ugly to be
available soon.
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www.amazon.com/dp/B07DM3KC4S
www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07DM3KC4S
www.amazon.fr/dp/B07DM3KC4S
www.amazon.it/dp/B07DM3KC4S
www.amazon.es/dp/B07DM3KC4S
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