Her name was Mercy Mugure. She had left her home in the village for the city in a bid to land a big job. Of course she was entitled to a good job. What with the skills, enthusiasm and vim she possessed for secretarial work. Any manager with a head for business would swoop on her, never to let go.
Her speeds in shorthand were breathtaking. Her grasp of language was superb if not excellent.
So, when she presented her certificates and résumé to the managing director of Afuong’o Soap Company, the boss literally blurted: “You’ve got yourself a job, Miss.”
She was head over heels with joy; brimming with joy so to speak. No harsh encounters with a boss who reduces one to an infinitesimal ant. It had been pure luck and a God-send, so to speak.
If the boss’ intention in giving her the job was different from that of just giving her the job, then it was hard to tell.
But, anyway, Mercy Mugure was a woman of class. Beautiful in all aspects of the word. What with sparkling, white eyes that always gleamed with innocence.
Her chubby cheeks were endowed with immaculate dimples reminiscent of the centre of a whirlpool. The milk-white teeth that graced her mouth were exquisitely carved to fit.
Her gorgeous, long, smooth and chocolate-brown legs were sure to excite any man who gave concupiscence and prurience paramount consideration.
Mugure started working for the soap company as head of the secretarial department. She proved to be worth her salt because everything she set out to do was done explicitly and with the precision of a trained marksman.
Her salary was doubled, and then tripled. And the perks started coming in.
She became a woman of repute. Then her boss started making sexual advances. But she put it across clearly that lewd jokes and sentimentality suggested in jest did not work with her. She simply did not like them. Period.
The boss apologized and strived as much as he could to put his relationship with Mugure at business level; no strings attached.
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Two years down the line and she was fairly swimming in opulence, at least for a lady of her age – unmarried as she was.
Mercy put aside some finances to build her parents a decent house when she decided to visit them. And that was God-knows-when!
Three years down the line, no husband and the idea of visiting her parents had not come to her.
Then one day as she was crossing a busy road, someone beckoned to her from across the road.
To be Continued...
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