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NATASHA THE LIVING DEAD : EPISODE 26






TITTLE: NATASHA THE LIVING DEAD  - Episode 26

After Two weeks, the divorce papers were ready and served but igwe naira refused to sign.

‘’Hello madam, good afternoon’’.....Igwe naira’s secretary greeted

‘’Where is your boss?’’......Natasha’s mum asked with some documents in her hand 

‘’Madam he is inside and currently in a meeting’’

‘’Ok good, pass a call to tell him i want to see him urgently’’

‘’But ma, he made it clear no calls once the meeting starts. Can you please hold on f.....’’

‘’Mtchwww....’’...... she turned angrily and went straight for igwe naira’s office.

‘’Excuse me ma!.......Excuse me ma!.....you cant go in now. He’s currently in a meeting with other board members ma’’
The secretary said trying to stop Natasha’s mum who paid deaf ears as she matched in, dressing smart and beautiful like a lawyer on suit with glasses on as she moved boldly with heels directly into the office to stop whatever the nonsense meeting was about. To her, Igwe naira brought it upon himself by refusing to sign earlier and so, he should be ready to get it hurt.

‘’Madam...madam...Sir i tried to stop her but...’’

‘’Its ok, you all should excuse use please. Thank you ladies and gentle men’’.....Igwe naira said dismissing the meeting.
When everyone was finally out, she slammed the book on the table asking

‘’What’s the meaning of this Mr naira.’’

‘’What do you mean and what’s that on the table?’’

‘’Oh common! save me that and stop acting dumb!’’......Natasha’s mum in anger

‘’Anyway, as i said earlier.....i’m not signing that.’’...Igwe naira replied

‘’Ok, are you sure you can keep to that? Will leave you to think it over. But when next i come back on this same issue, hahaha.....I wouldn’t ask you again. Have a nice day Mr naira’’
She left and matched out cat walking with so much boldness, energy, style revealing her hips, straight legs and beauty to tell where Natasha actuall got her features from. As she matched out of the building, she dailed Natasha’s number saying

‘’Get ready!’’.....She said and ended the call. 

After two days, Natasha’s mum visited again. But this time, she is definitely not taking any nonsense for an answer. 
They paid this visit at a time igwe naira wouldn’t be on seat and this was during his break hours. Natasha’s mum brought her spare key to his office incase the secretary start misbehaving.

‘’Gooday madam, he is not on seat. But he will be back within the next ten minutes ma. You can wait for him at the reception while i put a call across to him’’

‘’haha...No need for the call and all that. For where to wait, i have my spare key to his office as always. Common, yet to be divorced so hahahah’’.......She laughed in mockery as she went straight for the office leaving the secretary speechless.
Natasha was just behind her mum with her shade on, disguising in a manner that no one would recognise her to be the late daughter.
Immediately they entered his office, Natasha quickly changed and positioned at the back of the door while the mum sat and crossed her leg. 
Next was Mr naira coming, break was over.  
‘’Hello sir, your wife is here’’

‘’Really? Where is she?’’

‘’She’s inside your office sir’’......this got igwe naira abit mute as he brought out his keys from his pocket wondering if he left it with the secretary

‘’Yes sir, she has a spare you gave her remember??’’

‘’oh, i see....Ok, thank you’’

‘’Welcome sir’’

Igwe naira made way to his office and met the wife already enjoying herself with an expensive wine from Igwe naira’s fridge.

‘’Hmmm...Someone really knows her way around’’......said Igwe naira as he stood behind her and backed the door. 

‘’What do i owe this untimely visit. If its to convince me to sign those papers, don’t waste your time. I rather we meet in court for you to give reasons and evidence i know don’t exist to make me sign that.’’....He said boldly as he walked slowly to sit on his chair.   Natasha’s mum never remained silent and took another sip from the glass of juice. Just as expected, he screamed 

‘’Yeyyy!!!!!’’
The tension gripped him seeing Natasha’s ghost who just appeared close to the door. His screaming this time was in a controlled manner as his reputation could be at stake in the office.
Now, the wife acted shock as she turned back to see for herslf what igwe naira was scared about.  

‘’Hey Mr Naira, i don’t have time for this your illusion nonsense of which i cant see. Back to why im here. And just like i said the last time, i will ask just once.’’
Natasha’s mum said to the frightened igwe naira who kept staring at the mute Natasha’s ghost with hammer and knife in her hands as he started shaking. 

‘’So here is a pen and my request.......But my question here is, will you s....??’’
Before Natasha’s mum could finish her statement, igwe naira cuts in stammering 

‘’ye...ye...yes!......i will sign......i will sign.’’
He took the pen and signed. 

‘’Hmmm...Is he not a gentle man? Of Course he is and a saint too. I mean every woman’s dream. Haha....’’

‘’That is it...’’  
Igwe naira said shivering. 

‘’Let me see....mmm.....ok, well signed. Have a nice day Mr naira!’’
Natasha’s mum said as she walked to the door and opened it but before leaving, she left the door opened and came back for a last word to buy Natasha time to pass.
Her mum moved in style slowly to igwe naira while Natasha moved out with igwe naira’s eyes almost out with shock  at the sight of her Ghost.

‘’Before i leave your scared ass and wickedness to face what you brought upon yourself, i will like to re-address your previous statement. Sure yes!....Its not over yet For the evil against my daughter Natasha. I will meet you in court to face the law against Child molestation, rape, abuse and murder of her unborn child!’’.

Now igwe naira seem to be back to his senses on hearing that as he shouted

‘’Go to hell woman!  You have no proof or what so ever!!!’’

‘’Oh its like the beast in him is awake. Haha....ok we shall see. Next time you will be hearing from me, will be in court Mr Naira. Have a day you deserve!’’

She walked out and locked the door with her spare key, leaving Mr Naira talking, bragging of being the law and saying nonsense inside his office. 
Before they finally left, Natasha’s mum felt no more use for the spare key as she flinged it to the secretary saying

‘’Incase your boss calls’’.

Natasha and her mum looked at each other, smiled as they cat walked out out premises together.
 Igwe naira’s loud tone caught other staff’s attention who came out wondering which mad man was making that sound. They also starred at the beautiful and unrecognised Natasha cat walking with the supposed Mrs Igwe Naira, dashing out in style through the long procession from the building.

‘’Secretary! Wetin happen here?’’....a female staff asked

‘’Hey aproko! Go back to your work and mind your business! Mtchwww....’’....The secretary replied as he went to open the door for igwe Naira

They entered the car while Natasha’s mum went into tears.
‘’Hey mum, its ok. I know how you feel....but you can still go back and talk things over this divorce thing if you like, so you don’t go through too much pain for my sake.’’

‘’What are you saying? I’m because of the time i wasted in this marriage being submissive, faithful and loving to a beast.!   Listen, he signed that divorce the very day he took advantage of my own daughter and turned her into a sex slave in her own mother’s house. Not even another woman, my own blood!...we will meet in court!.’’ She said and wiped her face.

‘’Ok mum, so whats next?’’

‘’Next is to gather more evidence if possible though we already have one already. But due to who we up against, we need an extra incase any fails’’

‘’Hmm...exactly mum. I thought about that too.’’

‘’Ok, i think i know where to get another evidence against him.’’

‘’Really mum?’’

‘’I’m just starting honey..... so, Lets go’’......Natasha’s Mum replied as they put on their seat belt and drove off.

TO BE CONTINUED......

QUESTION
What other evidence do you think she might be referring to here??



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