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🦋 His
🌸 Daughter’s
🍁 Nanny
[^A mother for his daughter^]
______Jenny writes^
💋 Episode9️⃣💋
{The threat 🤸 }
She got home and waved goodbye to John. She walked in and climbe-d on the stairs to go to her room. She felt hungry but she has to clear her head. She held the railings as she trailed upon the stairs. She got to the fifth step and a hand held her left shoulder.
She was startled because the hand seems so strong enough to tear down a whole building.
She turned back and there was he staring into her eyes de-eply.
Andrew???
“What do you want?” She asked feigning ignorance.
“I want you!” He said se-ductively.
“I don’t un-derstand what you mean by that!” She said blinking her eyelashes
“For Pete’s sake, you’re twenty one. Not some fourteen years old teenager, Maureen!” He said as he t©uçhed her hair with his second hand.
“What do you want?” She asked again getting scared at the fact that only them were alone.
Mrs Smith had gone to the grocery sto-re and had told the gatekeeper to inform her.
“You!!!” He echoed.
He k!$$£d her eyebrow and she pushed him back.
“What the hell are you doing?” She yelled
“You’re asking me? Why were you so pretty? You should have being ugly!” He stated and bit the nape of her n£¢k.
“St©p this!” She yelled again and this time hit him ha-rd across the face.
“You hit me?” He said getting annoyed
“Yeah, and I’ll do it again if you try that with me again.”
“You think am some who-re? Do I look like a fling to you? Do you think am a use and dump?” She added and cleaned the tears with her left thumb.
She shouldn’t be crying right now because she nee-ds to be br@ve and strong for her, her dignity, her pride. Chat Martinmartino on zero eight one eighty thirty fourteen twenty one to be added to his whatsapp group.
“Get re-ady for war!” He said, fuming in anger.
“Am re-ady for whatever thing you raise up.” She seethed.
She hissed and left. Her hunger vanished immediately.
She turned back and saw him still fuming.
She rolled her eyes and turned back upstairs.
“Hello sir, you have a visitor!” The receptionist said over the telecom.
“What did he call his name?” Scott asked typing on his l@pt©p with his right hand.
“He said he’s some Marshall Weston!” The receptionist said unsure if she got the last name right. She looked up at the visitor and he nodded his head meaning it’s correct.
Scott b©dy vibr@ted as he heard that name.
It had been seven years now since he last saw him.
Now he’s showing himself after snatching his wife.
“Sir? Are you there?” He heard the receptionist voice ring in the landline.
“Yeah, let him in.” He said and dropped the telecom in it’s right position.
He rolled up his sleeves to his elbow and loos£n his tie.
He closed his l@pt©p and placed his hands on the large table awaiting his visitor.
Two consecutive knocks landed on the door.
“Come in!” He said and straighten up on the chair.
The door opened wi-de and there he entered.
“Long time no see!” Marshall said as he walked towards the chairs
“Yeah, it’s been long!” Scott replied trying much not to let his shaken voice visible.
“I guess it was six years ago in the court.” He said taking a seat.
“No, it’s seven years alre-ady. And I haven’t told you to sit?” He said raising one eyebrow.
“Oh no! Old friend must be angry. Well, that aside. I’m here for business!” He said as he trailed his f!ngerson the golden platform with Scott’s name – Scott Mandy (PRESIDENT OF S.M INDUSTRY).
“I don’t think I’ve an opinion on whatever you have to say!” Scott said and took the landline.
He dialed Rodney’s office but no one picked up.
He dialed the receptionist back.
“Why’s Mr Shawn not picking up the call?” He asked.
“Well, he took the day off saying he’s a bit sick!” She explained.
“Okay, I got it.” He said and hung up
“Politely leave plea-se!” He said gesturing him to leave by stretching his hand to the door.
“I will leave. But be guided. I’ll return soon!” He said and stood up.
He adjusted his tie and brou-ght out his hand for an handshake.
Scott refused the handshake and opened the lid of the energy drink beside the l@pt©p.
“Well, goodbye!” Marshall said as he walked out along side his walking support.
He’s just 42 and he’s alre-ady using a walking stick.
Shame on him!
He drank the energy drink and disposed the container in the bin.
He got up and took his suit and left the office not before powering off the l@pt©p.
Rodney called Marshall and he picked up at once.
“Boss, did he agree to the proposal?” He asked
“No! Don’t get your hopes high. He didn’t even re-ad it! He answered over the phone as he slumped on to the couch.
“Gotta go.” He said and hung up.
Rodney paced across the room as he thought of what to do.
He thought for about thirty minutes before finally grinning, wickedly.
What’s Mr Rodney planning la-idis?
Somebori let’s pray for Maureen oo, she don enter yawa laslas
💋 Episode1️⃣0️⃣💋
{ The poisoned drink.
Maureen woke up so early. She couldn’t sleep a wi-nk the previous night. She had just tossed about on the be-d.
Scott had called them all informing them that Andrew won’t be guarding them again but will serve as a subordinate to the new b©dyguard.
He had glared at her so ha-rd that she almost fainted.
She stood up and went into the bathroom. She brushed her teeth and had a shower.
She wore a purple t©p and a ankle length, black trou-ser. She tied the hem of the t©p ma-king it look like a crop t©p.
She br@ided her hair into two br@ids.
She wore her fli-p-flop and walked out of the room to wake up Alexa.
“Scott, you should eat more.” Mrs Smith said as she patted his shoulders.
He had insisted that the pancakes 🥞 he ate was enough but she wanted him to eat more.
“No, am okay alre-ady. You want me to start have running stomach at work?” He joked as he stood up and took his blue jacket re-ady to leave.
“But-” Mrs Smith said
“Let him go!” Alexa said and stood up also.
“Maureen, am full also.” Alexa said as she wore her bag on her bag.
“Let’s go then!”
“Bye!” They all chorused to Mrs Smith.
“I’ll be back soon!” Maureen said and waved to Mrs Smith.
_____🍂
They had gone to school without a b©dyguard as Scott had said and it felt good.
She, John and Alexa had gisted all throu-gh the journey.
She walked into the kitchen and went to as-sist Mrs Smith.
She saw her arranging the grocery basket as if she was getting prepared to go out.
“You’re going somewhere?” She asked as she stepped into the kitchen.
“Uhm, yep. I have to get some strawberries and some ketchup too.”
“Let’s go together!” She said and linked arms with the old woman.
Mrs Smith just chuckled and picked up the basket as they both trodded out of the kitchen.
John followed them out in the white Ferrari as they all gisted all the way.
Scott was getting prepared to leave the office.
It was some minutes past three and he had felt that urge to go home.
He rushed out and closed the door.
He ran back in b’cos he forgot his jacket.
He took it and on his way out bu-mped into Rodney.
“Hey, what’s up?” He asked getting re-ady to sir.
He just nodded.
Scott hates that nodding thing.
He sees it as an attribute of snubbing.
“Uhm, I got you this yoghurt!” He said and stretched forth his hand to give him the bottle of yoghurt.
“Well-” Scott said ru-bbing the back of his n£¢k.
“Just take it. Consider it a gift!” He jibe-d and sli-pped it into his hands.
“Okay, thanks. Bye!” He said and ran out while Rodney sm-irked evilly.
Scott threw the bottle to the pas-s£nger seat and started the car.
He started driving for about an hour when he suddenly remembered that Maureen didn’t have a phone. He drove towards the Phone Villa and ordered for a Samsung Galaxy product. He bought it and paid his money while the attendant kept blu-shing and wi-nking at him. He got into the car and ignited the engine. It roared back to life. He remembered the yoghurt and gr@bb£d the bottle and opened the lid with his left hand. He took it up to his mouth when …
Tbc…..