“What do you mean she got away?” Chief Bankole snapped. His eyes were blazing, full of barely contained rage at the person on the other side of the phone. “How could you let that happen?”
“I don’t care, find that Taxi and figure out where she went,” He said ending the call and throwing his phone across the room. That damn girl seems to always manage to slip away, he thought.
“Well?” Omolara asked impatiently. In his rage, he had forgotten about her presence in the room, and now he has to tell her that his men had failed yet again.
“Well, what?” He asked feigning ignorance.
“Don’t play with me, Aderogba!” She snapped glaring at her husband.
Knowing there was no escaping his wife’s brand of sarcasm and insult today, he sighed and began to explain. His men had just informed him that Sharon had left the motel before they got there. According to the Motel Manager they spoke to, Sharon had stayed there for about a week, and today was her last. He had sent one of his staff to knock on her door and find out if she would be retaining the room for another day, but she told him she was checking out and asked that they call her a taxi.
“She left about thirty minutes before my men got there.” He ended.
“So, basically, your men failed yet again” Omolara commented as she took a sip from her glass of wine, “No surprise there really. The men are bound to be as incompetent as the one who sent them,”
Chief Bankole looked at his wife with a mix of hatred and admiration. He no longer recognise the cold-hearted woman who sat across from him, but he admires her ability to remain icy and detached in the face of impending doom. No matter what he does, it is never good enough for her. But we were not always like this, he thought shaking his head sadly at the demise of what their marriage used to be. He knew his philandering ways contributed to the demise of their marriage, and every day, he has been wishing to go back to how they used to be. But it was too late, Omolara made it clear five years ago when she told him that all they had left was their business and that all they were is business partners.
“Did they at least have the good sense to find out details of the taxi she took and trace it? She shouldn’t be too far away if she left only 30 minutes before they got there.”
“Yes, they did. The taxi is headed to the park. They suspect she’s leaving town”
“Alright then,” She said standing up. “They better get her before she slips out of another city”
Chief Bankole watched as she walked towards the door. She used to be so sweet and caring, he thought sighing. Now, she walks around the place haughtily.
“Get yourself a new phone, will you?” She turned to him, her hand on the knob. “And try not to break it.” She added, shutting the door behind her.
“Bitch,” he muttered under his breathe.