Their Dilemma 2
Thursday Morning – At The Underground
Mr. Stephen Bailey had been sending monologues to Mrs. Nichole Bailey and was not hoping to get a response from her.
“Have you heard from your woman?”
His partner asked while they were preparing to visit the registry to mock or attack Mr. Arthur Bailey – depending on what would be available to them to do.
“No. I will send a message to her this morning.”
“It is all right. I would have suggested you give her a call to give her some comfort.”
“You are right. But I am afraid she would not speak with me because of the misunderstanding we have. Never mind, when I handle her tomorrow, she will forget that we ever had a misunderstanding.”
The partner giggled and soon, they were ready to leave for the registry with their weapons and masks.
At The Government Hospital
Mr. Arthur Bailey and Mrs. Nichole Bailey drove to the hospital with their bucket of bolts. To Nichole, any car is all right as long it is her Prince Charming who is behind the wheels. As usual, he parked at the vestibule and chatted with his wife briefly before he left.
(Peck)
(Peck)
“Take care of yourself, my darling.”
“I will. Take care of yourself, too. I love you.”
She got off the car and he drove off. As she expected, her mockers stuck to their knitting. Her haters did not cluster that day.
'She had put them where they belonged.'
The janitor thought before she greeted
“Good morning Mrs. Bailey. I am delighted to see you.”
“Good morning dear. Good to see you. You can come to my office when you are less busy.”
“All right, Mrs. Bailey.”
At Evelyn Whyte's Office.
Despite that it was working hours, Lorene, the savvy and hot woman, could not concentrate on her work if she did not settle the matter bothering her – how to get Mr. Arthur Bailey's attention. She paid her a visit that early morning.
“Good morning, Evelyn Whyte. Nice to see you.”
She greeted as she got into her office.
“Good to see you, Lorene. You look worried. Is anything the matter?”
She made herself comfortable by sitting on the visitors' seat before she began to explain.
“That is why I am here. I'm on the horns of a dilemma.”
Now, Evelyn Whyte jolted forward from her swivel chair and asked.
“What is the matter, please?”
“I have these two ideas. I am thinking that if only I have Mr. Arthur Bailey's contact. It would have been easier. Instead of barging into him, I can give him a call and book an appointment with him.”
“It is all right, let us hear the second idea.”
“The second is, should I pay him a visit in his house?”
“Your first idea is good, but the second is out of it. It is as good as barging into him.”
“You are right. So, how are we going to get his contact?”
“It is very possible.”
"How? Do you have his contact?”
“No, we will ask Mrs. Nichole Bailey for it.”
“That mouthed? Do you think she would agree after losing him?”
“Why not? She had moved on with her life. Another woman can hook up with him.”
“You are right. Can we go to her office now?”
“Certainly.”
Meanwhile, Mrs. Nichole Bailey was writing a handing over note that she would hand over to whoever that will take over from her for the five days that she would be off when she heard a knock on her door. Before she could ask them in, the door opened to reveal two women with cynical smiles.
She furrowed her brows and maintained eye contact with them.
“Hello, Mrs. Bailey.”
Evelyn Whyte greeted, followed by Lorene. Then, Nichole gave them a cursory response.
“Hi”
While she continued with her work.
“Mrs. Bailey, won't you offer us a seat?”
“What about the seats in your offices? Have they suddenly gone bad?”
The blunt Mrs. Nichole Bailey asked as she fixed her gaze on them. Then, the intruders exchanged glances and Lorene gave her a nod. She proceeded by making their purpose of the visit known.
“Sorry, Mrs. Bailey, if we barged into your office. We just need you to give us Mr. Bailey's contact if you don't mind.”
Then, Lorene, who felt like she had not hurt her enough, chipped in.
“Yes. Especially now that you are happily married. You can release his phone number so that we can hook up with him.”
She scrunched up her nose to mock her. Now, Mrs. Nichole Bailey, who understood their intentions at once, gave them Mr. Bailey's contact.
“Oh! That won't be a problem. He needs women badly. Take his contact.”
The miscreants locked eyes as she swiped her phone to get Mr. Bailey's contact.
“Take the number.”
She called out the number, and they saved it on their phones, and they walked away without appreciating.
“I told you it is possible. She has no reason to keep it away from others. I think you should start by sending a sweet love messages introducing yourself before you give him a call.”
“You are right. I will do that right now.”
Meanwhile, after Mr. Stephen Bailey typed the message he would send to his woman, he got a love message from a random. The romantic message was capable of causing a Saint to sin, so, he gave the sender an officious response.
“Busy right now. I will get back to you soon.”
(Ding)
Lorene's face beamed as she got a message alert on her phone.
“Wow. He replied at once.”
“Then, he must be a gentleman to reply out of his busy schedule.”
Evelyn Whyte commended. Then, the elated Lorene held her phone close to her chest and said.
“This weekend will be fun-filled. I can't wait. Thank you, Evelyn Whyte for your support.”
At The Registry
Mr. Stephen Bailey and his partner got to the court with their nose mask that was enough to hide their faces. They dressed very decently, courtesy of the shopping that the partner did when they began to nurse the idea of going to the registry to catch fun with Mr. Arthur Bailey's disappointment. Mr. Stephen Bailey was out to ascertain that he attempted, but the marriage was struck out due to the absence of the bride or that he would choose another date. Then, he would look at him in the eyes and say.
(Coward. You were not bold enough to say you were interested in her.)
'I'm going to have the last laugh today.'
He thought as they stepped into the registry.
“Are you sure of what you are saying, Jude?”
“Sure. I trust my intel.”
They sat at the registry pews at different ends, not wanting to attract attention to themselves. Meanwhile, four couples were married that day. While his partner was waiting to see Mr. Arthur Bailey and his brother's wife walking through the isle, Mr. Stephen Bailey waited for the registrar to announce something like
(Due to the absence of Mr. Arthur Bailey and Mrs. Nichole Bailey, this marriage is hereby struck out.)
After the fourth marriage, he became impatient. He signalled his partner, and they walked out of the registry, then he demanded.
“How did you get to hear about that scumbag's marriage.”
“I am certain that today is his marriage ceremony. Let us find out the exact time.”
They walked to the court clerk and inquired.
“Good day sir. We are here for Mr. Arthur Bailey's marriage. What time is it today?"
The clerk looked at them and checked his old register before he announced.
“Mr. Arthur Bailey's marriage took place two days ago. You can check the Information board for their photographs.”
'Who did he get married to? Does that mean that I will not have the privilege of mocking him?'
Mr. Stephen Bailey thought as they walked towards the Information Board. Their eyes scanned through the sea of photographs of couples on the information board. Apart from crooks like him and his partner who had ungodly plans, no one bothered to check the information board for wedding photographs.
“Look at them.”
The partner pointed out in a soft tone as soon as he caught sight of Mr. Arthur Bailey and his wife's photograph. Mr. Stephen Bailey followed the direction of his eyes and spotted the photograph too.
Now, butterflies had filled his stomach. He thoroughly looked at the photographs before him and wondered in dilemma.
'Did Arthur wed with Nichole's double or ghostly double of a living person? Because I am sure I have her in my custody.'
He thought after he ascertained that the lady in the photograph was Nichole. His partner broke his reverie when he whispered,
“I probably did not get the date right. What do we do, boss?”
“Let's leave here. I need to visit the family house. You can return to the underground by yourself.”
“All right, boss. Be careful.”
“I will.”
They walked out of the registry in trepidation and took different taxis to their different destinations. Mr. Stephen Bailey's head was spinning, and he did not know what to think of. To his dilemma, he did not carry his partner along in his ambition to colonize his late uncle's wife. Presently, he was alone; he had to go to his house alone to take a look at the woman in his house.
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