All Eyes on Mr. Arthur Bailey 3
Meanwhile, the two women who wanted to gatecrash hung around and waited until lunch hour. To Their cluelessness, the insignificant man with the jalopy vehicle drove out of the premises and left to pick his dearly wife while the die hard admirers waited on. After Mr. Arthur Bailey, left, one of his admirers checked her time and muttered.
“What could be keeping him?”
She was a twenty-five years beautiful old lady who broke up with her twenty-seven years old fiancée to marry a man who was a few years younger than her father. While she was waiting, her boyfriend called to ask for reconciliation, but she picked the call and blatantly declined.
“Henry, what do you want from me?”
“Whitney, are you alright? Did you really walk out on me?”
“Yes. I just wish to be left alone. Can't you understand?”
“I know you wish to be alone, but what about our love? I wish to see you, Whitney. We have come a long way and our marriage is by the corner.”
(Cut)
She angrily cut the call kept on waiting. Since it was a task that she gave to herself, she had to grin and bear it. Like a flash, a plan struck her mind.
'I can as well check the Native Home.'
She smiled from ear to ear as she turned on her ignition and drove off on a high speed because her life depended on the trip.
At The Government Hospital.
Mrs. Nichole Bailey left her superior's office gleefully. Lorene, who was walking to Evelyn Whyte's office, saw her and dodged. Nichole, who saw her dodged, turned a blind eye and walked into her office.
At Evelyn Whyte's Office
When Lorene was certain that Mrs. Nichole Bailey was out of sight, she sneaked into Evelyn Whyte's office.
“Lorene, why did you creep? Is anything the matter?”
“Nothing. I just want to avoid that loudmouthed bitch.”
“Oh! You mean that used up simpleton who vents her disappointment on others.”
“Exactly.”
They laughed to their hearts' content. Then, Evelyn Whyte inquired.
“What is the gist of your visit to his office yesterday? I can imagine the two of you making out right there on his desk.”
“Wow! You just rekindled my obsession of him. I was unable to meet him yesterday, but trust me, I will check on him again today.”
“That is good. I can't wait to see the look on the face of that cotton headed ninny muggins when you succeed in getting what she could not get.”
“You better don't imagine that. I will flaunt him anywhere I go. I will send the video of our first night to her.”
“Ha ha ha. That would be murderous because her cuckold ugly duckling would be a disappointment on bed.”
“Ha ha ha. You are right. I will be on my way. I will round up for the day to catch him up for lunch.”
“It is all right. Good outing.”
She left Evelyn Whyte's office with a rekindled determination to get Mr. Arthur Bailey and keep him. Then, she summed up her work for the day. Soon, it was lunch. She picked up her purse and left for the car park and afterwards, she drove to the Bailey International Conglomerates.
While she was about driving out through the hospital exit gate, she saw the cuckold ugly duckling driving in with his jalopy to pick the frustrated Nichole. She laughed out loudly in her car and muttered.
“Funny. So, this is what frustration had landed Nichole into?”
She drove off to meet her heartthrob at the Bailey International Conglomerates, who only exist in her mind. As for Mr. Arthur Bailey, he belonged to only one person, Nichole. When he got into the premises, he gave his wife a call at that moment, and she picked at once.
“Hello, love.”
“Yes, my baby. I'm driving into the hospital. I will meet you at the vestibule.”
“OK dear.”
When he got to the vestibule, Nichole was already waiting for him. She bade the staff members around her farewell and got into her husband's heavily tinted clunker. As a matter of lifestyle which Denise had adopted, he would never drive off at once whenever he picked his wife. He must chat for a few seconds before he takes off. That day was not an exception.
(Peck)
“How was your day?”
“My day was excellent. And yours?”
“My day was good, and your message was an icing on the cake. Thank you for that.”
“Thank you for your response. It made my day.”
When he noticed that the stipulated time for waiting at the vestibule had elapsed, he drove off while chatting.
“How far with your superior? What did he say about the leave?”
“Oh! He granted my request. I just got his approval a few minutes ago.”
“That is good. When will it begin?”
“It will begin from Monday.”
“That is good.”
They drove silently and arrived home to meet a palaver.
At The Bailey Native Home
The twenty-five-year-old lady who left the office gate was already at the gate sorting it out with the security guards.
“Who did you say you want to see?”
The security guard asked the lady who had blocked the entry gate, which served as both the entry and exit gate. They hardly open the exit gate because there were no much traffic at the estate. Now, Mr. Arthur Bailey parked his jalopy behind her and waited. Then, the lady responded.
“How many times do you wish to hear that? I said I am looking for Mr. Arthur Bailey. I was with him this morning, and he asked me to meet him at home.”
The security guard repeated the question when he saw his boss parked behind her to ensure that she really knew whom she was looking for. From her response, it showed that she did not really know the boss nor did the boss know her, and she was not with him that morning.
“Please, move your car away. Another vehicle wishes to go in.”
The mentioning of move your car away and another vehicle infuriated her, and she got off her and began to rant.
“Move away for another vehicle? Where is the car? Are you comparing my car with that rattletrap? I am not going to move my car away for any jalopy.”
The Security Officer who felt embarrassed opened the exit gate for his boss and he drove in.
“What does she want?”
Mr. Arthur Bailey asked as he wound down the glass of his window. The Security Officer felt she was not worth the boss's attention, lied.
“It is like she missed her way. I will see to it. Welcome back, boss.”
“Okay. Thank you.”
Mr. Bailey greeted and drove in. Then, the Security Officer brought out a tyre wheel lock and locked the wheels of her car and gave the police a call. She could not believe what was happening. She thought that her beauty and age could captivate any man into doing her bidding.
“What do you think you are doing? You will regret your action.”
While she was still ranting, the police officers arrived and picked her. To her, she was arrested for disturbing public peace. But to the police, she was an accomplice connected to the assassination attempt on Mr. Arthur Bailey.
“Good job, do not hesitate to supply us with useful information like these.”
The police officer commended the security guard before they arrested her and took her car along. When they got to the office, the Constable was pleased.
“That is good. Beef up security around him. Arrest anyone with suspicious movement around him.”
“All right, boss.”
When the government is being pensive over issues like this, be rest assured that they were up to something expensive.
At The Bailey International Conglomerates.
The second lady who waited behind after her Whitney left was getting anxious. Besides, she was famished and must achieve her goal before she would leave. Then, she drove back to the gate and made her request responsibly.
“Excuse me, what does it take to see your boss? I mean, when is your visitors' day. I want to book an appointment.”
Her manner of approach earned her the respect and attention of the security guard, so he treated her with respect.
“Sorry, ma'am. What exactly do you want to see my boss for? If I know what you want, I will be able to direct you to the right person to attend to you. The boss does not attend to randoms.”
Unknown to the security guard, the forty-two years old woman was a time bomb and that such a friendly and purpose oriented question would open a can of worm.
“What do you mean by 'randoms'? Do I look unimportant to you? You better watch how you talk to people. Otherwise, your days are numbered here.”
She was speaking with the power and authority of Mr. Arthur Bailey's future wife. The petrified security guard walked back to the gate house and asked his superiors, whom the Police constable had instructed, to report any suspicious movement around the boss.
“Why is the boss having random visitors these days?”
One of his superiors looked up from the file he was working on and asked.
“Where are the visitors?”
“The visitor is at the gate making trouble.”
“Come with me. Let me see her.”
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