There are five working days in a week. There are seven days in a week, two days known as the weekend and a period where there is a break from school, work and all the hustles of life. It is also a period to reflect and Sundays are largely spent in church.
Collins being a workaholic loved the weekdays. Unlike everybody, he doesn’t complain about Mondays, neither does he squeeze his face when he has to work late or spend extra hours at work. He loved working so much that he rarely bring work files home, he prefers staying behind to finish up, it takes just a box of pizza and a number of sodas for him to get through.
But if there was something he hated so much, it is the weekends. Public holidays come once in a while, but weekends are a weekly affair, sacrosanct, consistent and unchangeable. The struggle of getting through Saturday and Sunday is the reason he is always praying for Monday to come as quickly as possible.
As a young man with no social life, no friends, always by himself, his weekends are nothing to write home about. Just the same and normal routine of hanging out with his girlfriend, Bunmi, whom he had grown tired of spending the weekends with, because if nothing, he craves for something new. He needed to try something new.
As soon as the wine colored Toyota Rav 4 pulled over on the other side of the main road, Collins stood up from where he sat at his barber’s shop at the junction.
“Thanks man, I’ll see you later.” He said to his barber as he adjusted his T-shirt, crossed to the other side of the road.
“Good afternoon.” Rukayat greeted.
“Good afternoon.” He replied as he got to the driver’s side.
“I hope I didn’t keep you waiting. I had difficulty locating this place.” She said. “You look good.” She complimented.
“Thanks.” He replied as he made his way to the passenger’s side.
“Or would you come and drive?” She asked.
But he ignored her and continued walking nonetheless. “Why would you want me to drive your car?” He asked after he was comfortably seated in the passenger side.
“Probably you might feel uncomfortable being driven by a woman.” She replied.
“I feel comfortable with my girlfriend being my boss, so what’s the big deal?”
“That’s big of you.” She said as she ignited the engine and slowly pulled back unto the main road.
“So, what plans do you have for my boring life today?” Collins asked.
For reasons he couldn’t fathom, he felt some kind of excitement about the prospect of going out with Rukayat, because he saw her as a socialite, one who is connected in every places and know the happening spots around town. Unlike Bunmi, whose definition of fun is who you are with and not where you are. No wonder he canceled his earlier plans with Bunmi just to go out with Rukayat.
“Let’s go have some fish.” She replied as the music from the car stereo slowly took over. “Be prepared to have your mind blown.” She added.
“Let’s wait and see.” He said, relishing the thought of having his mind blown.
What a weekend! He thought as he allowed his imagination run wild as to what was in store for him.
Tony Brown was relaxing in the mini but private resort located behind his mansion. The resort, standing on a large expanse of land is considered mini and private because it is not opened for public use. But in terms of size, facilities and comfort obtained, it could serve the public conveniently without hassle.
Attached to the resort includes a block of guest houses or relaxation centers where short and extended naps can be observed. A golf course, an artificial lake and a mini zoo. Everything about the resort speaks luxury and wealth.
“Sir, some people are here for you.” His personal assistant whispered from behind.
“Who are they?” He asked.
“They said they are from the SEC.” His PA answered.
Security Exchange Commission. As a businessman, the SEC is one government agency he is constantly in contact with.
What do they want this time?” He thought.
“Send them over.” He instructed as he sat up.
Five minutes later, two SEC officials – a man and a woman – were conveyed to the resort by a golf cart.
“Good afternoon Sir.” They greeted.
One thing he noticed about their faces is how strange they look. Even though the man looked vaguely familiar, he was sure he had never come across the lady.
“I am Agent Chima and this is my partner, Teri.” The guy introduced.
Both in their late twenties or early thirties. Tony extended his hand for a handshake after which they both sat down and drinks were brought in.
“What a structure you have put in place here.” The man, Chima pointed out.
“Without wasting much of your time sir. I am Teri and I was recently transferred to the SEC as the head of the investigation unit.”
‘This one is all business-sy’ Tony thought.
“While going through the files to get accustomed to the unit, I came across a number of documents with you in them. Apparently, considering your stake in the private sector, that’s normal. But I noticed an incomplete declaration on a number of papers.” She paused, stared at Tony to see if he was following. Seeing that he was, she continued. “Your recent acquisition of SJC is one of such and pending Monday when investigation would be launched formally, I decided to visit you informally this afternoon and see if you’d cooperate with us and put the issue to bed before it starts.” She concluded.
“My team and I are willing to cooperate with the SEC, I always have, now won’t be an exception.” Tony replied. “But I suggest we do it through the right channel. Write to us formally and we’ll respond to that.” He threw in his usual lifeline.
His initial perception about the visit is; Teri is new and looking for a big fish to rip off. Just like the previous SEC agents, all he had to do is request that the proper and legal channels be followed and that would throw them off and they’d run.
“Okay, I guess I’ll do just that.” She replied rising to her feet. “Thanks for your cooperation
After exchanging another round of handshakes, the duo left, leaving Tony to battle with his thoughts.
‘It’s the usual rip off. She’ll run after seeing that I won’t pay bribes.’ He thought as he grabbed his phone to call his legal and financial team.
‘She’ll stop coming at me.’ His subconscious whispered and he dropped the phone almost immediately.
To be continued