The Turbulence✔️ (#1 in the Our Side of The Dice series)

17: Making Adequate Efforts

Christopher
Bonn, Germany

Picking myself up from the floor long after my wife had walked out on me, I made the resolve within me that I will never fall to the ground like this anymore, defenseless and broken and I will not let Yemisi walk out of my life either.

No matter how shallow and impossible this promise seems, no matter how loud the discouraging voices of my demons might be, I'd made the decision and I would manifest it in any way possible. I must start somewhere. Anywhere.

I must learn to wipe off my tears.

I look around me, observing that my employees were 'going on with their work' after realizing that the soap opera which had just unfolded before their eyes was certainly not required to them to interfere in but I can hear distant sounds of giggling and chortling.

They are mocking their wussy of a boss of course.

Speaking of mockery from your subordinates...

I jerk my head to the left like a wolf that had just perceived blood from a mile away and I kept cocking my head till my eyes found him and landed on him properly.

Gritting my teeth together and tightening my fists, I seethe with fury as the memory of that fateful day plays in my mind. Undoubtedly, it was his voice I'd heard when I dialed his number asking him to come and bail me from the police station but he dared to know that woman with the blazing red lipstick and had plotted with her to give me the most dangerous surprise. She was in the background, listening to our conversation that very day, and had asked him to let her come and bail me instead and he dared to allow her. He knew her.

The bastard!

How had I not noticed that he came to work today? And what gave him the nerve to work tediously on that computer before him like be had not sold me out to that blazing-red-lipstick-horsey so she could have easier access to me? Why did he skip work if he was going to show up later on like nothing happened?

Ah! I shouldn't be surprised he had the nerve to appear at work since he has a fool for a boss who would most likely not figure out what happened or would accept whatever stupid excuse was given to him without being suspicious or taking any drastic action whatsoever.

Holy Moly!

I will put an end to this cowardice and naivety. I must. I have to.

As I storm over to this desk, his gaze shifts from the computer before him to my face. He batted his eyelashes to make it look like he was scared. Seventeen seconds later, he swallowed and his irises started to move from one end to the other. He was starting to get scared for real.

I must practice the act of staring intensely at people more often.

"I know what you did and I won't say more than that. You're fired!"

"S-sir... What do you mean? I don't u-understand, " his eyes became the size of saucers if not dinner plates but beneath that stunt, I could see pretense and semblance swirling in those bulging eyes of his.

"Do you want to understand it the hard way? I'm sure you don't."

Slamming my fists against his desk in rage, most of the papers on his desk went flying freely in the air which elicits shrieks and gasps from the onlooking employees. I started to realize just how much I'd let people lie to me and swindle me because I believed in them too much. Because I was innocent. Innocent to my utmost detriment. If I wasn't so naive, there was no way I wouldn't have noticed the signs of deception in Mr. Damian long before that incident happened. If I wasn't so naive, I would have protected my family long before danger comes lurking.