If You Missed The Part 12, Read It Here
By the time I got to the end of my story, Tintin and Rahina were as mute as a dead log. The whole revelation made me feel weak, but it also made me feel free. I went through that whole narration without getting emotionally attached to the storyline.
Somehow, the two ladies were speechless to the point that they just took the plates to the kitchen, washed them and left to Tinuke’s flat after hugs and good nights were shared. That made the best environment for work to be done.
I went to work the next day with mixed emotions. I wanted to see the actors of the drama that had happened, but I didn’t want to be in the middle of the drama. To my surprise, everyone was keeping their cool.
Uzi and Bunmi came greeted me, unpacked their bags and went straight to work.
Greg however was dodgy. He would come in and run out without much of a reason. His head was a bit messy with cotton and bandages interrupting the shiny surface that used to resemble a semi-popular Mr. Wellington’s. I felt small bursts of pity for him, but he did not look remorseful for grabbing her. He only looked scared of losing his job.
As usual, the boss came around ten. He called them to his office thirty minutes later and they came out thirty minutes after that. The two ladies went calmly back to their seats, but Greg was far from calm. He was sweating like a crab in a soup pot. He was always on the phone and sometimes I saw him in intense discussions with groups of our colleagues. He was definitely tense throughout the day. What a pathetic fellow.
Work went on smoothly on my end…until Greg asked to talk to me outside. He went on and on talking about how the boss was not being fair in his judgment of the small incidence and how the boss was so weak minded on the matter that he gave Maryann no punishment for bashing his head in. He then went on and on about how as brothers in the office we should stick together. I was getting tired when he came out with his request; he wanted me to beg Uzi on his behalf to drop all charges against him or at least allow him to transfer to another state. The messed up part is that the arrogant nitwit was not asking me to help him but telling me it was my duty to do so…as a fellow guy.
It seemed like a trivial matter at first, but a sexual assault report by an IT student would be handled by two bodies, the guys who oversee IT students’ activities and the federal civil service disciplinary board. What that means is that our boss couldn’t really ignore the incident if Uzi raised dust about it because if he did and the IT body comes to see what was done about her report, he would be held liable in a cover-up. All that paperwork just because a horny guy grabbed a nicely shaped bum.
To avoid any more office drama I agreed to ask for her forgiveness on his behalf. Talking to her at work was my plan but she was packing up by the time the rambling prick let me go back into the office. I tried to talk to her, but she just smiled and told me she will come over to pick me up for dinner. She was in a rush to go home for something. Bunmi’s attention was drawn to the impromptu appointment…she wasn’t smiling.
Watch Out For Part 14