Indigo (Shade of a golden heart) - Season 2 - Episode 8

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Indigo (Shade of a golden heart) - Season 2 - Episode 8

Usman!’ Moremi barged into the bedroom without knocking. She had waited outside for more than an hour, yet no one had paid attention to her. She knew how important this deal was with Usman, she felt they were being lax with the way they went about it.

Her eyes spotted the disarray of clothes on the bed, she rolled her eyes and ignored it. Where the hell was this man?

‘Usman? Where are you?’ She tried calling his phone again, maybe he had forgotten it somewhere, he was really testing her patience.
Moremi knew it was risky coming over to Usman’s house like this, but they had an important business, one that would make them both very rich. This was her reason for paying him a visit, since he wouldn’t take his calls.
Tired, she dropped her bag on the bed and sat next to it. This business with Phillip was a big deal to her. She knew how much Phillip was ready to invest into the renovation of the Hajjo buildings and she couldn’t miss her opportunity to tap from this source.

Moremi closed her eyes and imagined herself in a position where she would never have to think about money.

‘Glorious…all my life I had always made the right choices.’ She laughed.

Yes, she never slept with men who had no potentials for a great destiny. The first time she set her eyes on Phillip back in school, she had known he would be a successful man later in life. She had stuck with him all those years and she was still ready to lure him into her bed, she wanted Phillip eating out of her palms.

‘I should call him.’ She rubbed her chin, she had not spoken to Phillip today, she needed to know they were on the same page concerning the project.

She immediately dialed his number. It rang once, before he rejected her call. She shrugged and dropped it, knowing he was in an important meeting.

‘What is that?’ Moremi jumped to her feet as she heard the sound of groaning, though muffled, coming from the bathroom.

She quickly grabbed her bag and tip toed towards the bathroom, as the groaning seemed to increase.

‘Lord,’ she pressed her lips together in anxiety, then pushed the door open.

The sight before her was horrible, who had done this to Usman?

‘What the hell?’ She threw her bag to the bathroom floor and rushed towards Usman who looked so weak and hurt.
‘Help me, please…’ Usman cried.
‘Of course I am going to help you, what happened to your eyes?’ She observed his reddish and painfully swollen lips.

‘No time for explanation, just get me some aspirin and I will be fine.’ Usman scowled, still infuriated that the little b---h Ummi had brought to him could do such a despicable thing.
He couldn’t wait to set his eyes on her again, he would skin her alive.

‘That wouldn’t be a problem, that could be arranged.’ Moremi replied.
‘Why did you come here? You know the risk involved.’ Usman glared darkly at her.
‘Well, this isn’t time for questions. It’s time to get up. I need you cleaned up and ready, it is time to start strategizing.’ She didn’t wait for his permission, she lowered herself, grabbed his hands and helped him to his feet.

An hour later after he was well rested and a little bit relieved from the pain he felt in his eyes, he pulled out a file from his drawer and called Moremi’s attention to it.

‘Here…this is my plan.’ He presented it to her.
She knew Usman was a smart man, but she had not come for paperwork. She wanted them to discuss concrete and realistic plans. She wanted to be wealthy, she hoped Usman wanted this too.
‘Look, I know it took you time to write that, but we don’t need to read this.’ She pushed the file aside and came closer to him.

She had met Usman Hajjo six months back at a dinner Lunching, he was drawn to her beauty and she was drawn to his wits. She had noticed how Usman was able to mingle with all the classy people in the hall, this impressed her.

They got talking and he found out she was Moremi Shola, one of the best estate lawyers in Nigeria while he introduced himself as a close relative of Phillip Hajjo, that had made her feel very relaxed with him.

She had been eyeing Phillip’s work for some time. The man was excellent when it came to erecting buildings and structures, but she couldn’t go close to him because they had not spoken for a long time.

It was Usman that told her about his plans to renovate the Hajjo buildings which had stood the test of time, but he was yet to tell her about his plans, till two months after when they both had learned to trust each other.

‘You know Moremi, we cannot mess things up. Building our trust didn’t come easy. I took a risk with you, betraying my own…’ Usman paused, ‘my own nephew like this, I need to know what we are doing would be worth it, because I prefer my idea.’ He said to her.

‘Trust me, mine is better, why not listen first?’ She unzipped her bag and pulled out an envelope.

Usman had always wanted his brother’s buildings for himself. So when Phillip had come with the idea of renovating it and making him one of the people to supervise the project, it made him very happy.

Moremi’s job was to s£duce Phillip, since she was already familiar with him. There were some documents that he wanted to Phillip to sign, which would turn him into the rightful owner of those buildings, as the land belonged to him not his brother.

‘I know how important that land is to you Usman, but how much would we get from it? Those people occupying the buildings are miserable and pathetic, they are useless to us!’ She complained.

‘And you know this how?’ He raised a brow.
‘I went there, and I spoke to one of the tenants. There’s no need fighting your brother or Phillip for this land, can’t you see? There’s nothing for us there.’ Moremi tried to make him see things.

Usman shook his head and replied, ‘There is something for us Moremi. Remember that Phillip will be tricked to sign those papers only after the renovation is done. We could send out all the tenants and bring in wealthy people, who will be able to part with half a million or more just to occupy the buildings.’

Moremi knew he was trying to be optimistic, but she was a realist.

‘Don’t forget that most of those houses have only two bedrooms, how many rich people will pay half a million for that? I have a better plan, just hear me out.’ She threw her hands in the air.

‘What plan is that?’ He waited patiently to hear what she had in store.

‘An Australian based company just established a Nigerian branch, and I received a contract to find the workers a good place to live. I have been given a year and six months, by then, I am sure Phillip will be done with the renovation and I will trick him to sign these papers…’ she pointed at Usman’s file.

‘After which the Australian and Nigerian workers can take over the buildings. We are looking at over five hundred men and their families. Trust me, this is a very big deal. If we can get the company to pay us hundred million annually for rent, we split it in half, what else do we need Usman? This is perfect!’

She rubbed her hands together and held her breath, hoping he would buy her idea.