Indigo (Shade of a golden heart) - Season 2 - Episode 19

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Indigo (Shade of a golden heart) - Season 2 - Episode 19

And why would your brother want you off the project?’ Moremi asked.

Usman was no sU-Ckling; he knew when someone was trying to send him a message, only that he had no strength to beat around the bush. His eyes were still hurting, and the medication his doctor had prescribed made him feel lethargic and dizzy.

‘Moremi, if you have something to tell me, you can go ahead. But I swear to you, that I do not know the reason why Phillip would want me off.’

She laughed, she was seeing this side of Usman for the first time. His lies were so cheap and she felt sorry for him. She guessed he had believed her a fool, little wonder his eagerness to do business with her.

She shrugged, ‘I don’t either, but he was really upset in his office.’

‘So what did you say? You should have said something in my defense. If I get fired, our deal is as good as dead.’ Usman was shaken by this news.

‘In your defense? First, I don’t even know what you did wrong, so what was I supposed to say?’ She replied.

He had exposed himself without knowing, he hated this position this news had left him.
‘If I am not in, you would never win.’

‘Well, I have come up with this excellent idea, considering that it is I that will have to convince your nephew not to fire you. Would you like to hear it?’ Moremi paused as the waiter returned with their order.

‘Thank you.’ She murmured and grabbed the wine glass from the tray.

‘Come back later for the bill, we’ll be here for long.’ Usman waved the girl away.
He had lost appetite for his beer, he hated being in the dark about plans. He hated it more, when people told him what to do and this was the reason that he never liked his brother.
‘Tell me…’

Moremi ignored his plea and sipped quietly from her glass. The wine slapped her cheeks with its sourness but she enjoyed it still, it made her more relaxed.

‘Whatever we earn, I will take eighty percent and give you twenty, considering the fact that the land and the buildings on it are your properties, though not on paper.’

She knew Usman wouldn’t like this idea, but she didn’t care. All she cared about was new ways to fatten her bank account.
He pinned his icy eyes on her.

‘You’re joking right?’
‘How, do I look like Monique?’ She rolled her eyes and continued sipping her wine.
His reaction was perfectly normal and she didn’t have a problem with that.

‘No, I think you are Maraj, the YouTube comedian. You should see some of her videos.’ He hissed angrily.

When she didn’t say anything in his response, he smacked the table with his palms.

‘And you expect me to accept that? You are not in a position to tell me what to do. This deal we have was my idea, so if anyone is getting anything less than forty percent, it should be you.’ He pointed a finger at her.

Her eyes dilated in surprise, ‘Wait, so you were planning to give me forty percent after all my hard work?’

‘Don’t put words in my mouth, you started this.’ He couldn’t play into her trap a second time.

She emptied the wine into her mouth and stood up.

‘This meeting is over Usman, I am your boss. Do you think it would be an easy thing convincing Phillip to take you back? I have known him for a very long time, and he is a strong willed man.’
‘Moremi! You cannot do this, I will beg him myself.’ He rose to meet her.

‘Oh really, would Phillip love to work with the man that killed his mother?’ She smiled, this was her game and she knew when and where to serve the cards.

Usman’s heart jolted, how had she come by his deepest and darkest secret?

‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’ He said in an anxious voice.

‘Of course you don’t, we are all saints.’ She moved closer to him and dropped a peck on his cheek.

‘Goodbye now.’ Moremi strolled out of the bar, feeling victorious.

Usman had a feeling he was in danger. He had underestimated her and now she was about to blow his cover.
‘No.’ He murmured, he would need to give Nkosi another assignment once he was done with Annabelle and her foolish friend, the one that almost blinded him.

She felt like a devil for betraying Indigo like that, but she had no choice. She was only helping her achieve her dreams, by introducing her to a generous and powerful man as Usman Hajjo.
Annabelle knew without being told that Indigo had never been with a man and such women were the type that Usman preferred. He had paid her doubly four her efforts.

He had offered her two hundred thousand for Indigo. She had taken the first part of the money, while the second was meant for Indigo, who had no inkling where she had gotten it from.

As she knelt before the strange men that had broken into her house, more memories of her good times with Indigo flooded her mind.
Maybe God was punishing her for betraying her friend like that.

‘Where does your friend stay?’ Their leader walked towards her and launched a punch that hurled her across the room, because she refused to give them any information.

Annabelle had left her door open while ironing her clothes. When she had heard someone knocking, he had welcomed the person, thinking it was a neighbor, but to her surprise, she had willingly invited thugs into her house.
‘You think you are tough huh?’ Nkosi scoffed.
She was so annoying and obstinate, if not that Usman had given them stern instructions; he would have put a gun to her head and blown her brains out.

‘Why don’t you tell me who sent you to my house?’ Annabelle spat at him.

The thugs behind Nkosi rushed forward to hit her, but Nkosi stopped them. He was saving his best punches for later. He was going to beat her to pulp, but right now, he was prepared to keep his hitting urges in check.

‘I am going to ask you one last time about your friend who almost blinded Alhaji Usman, if you fail to tell me, I will find her and rip her into pieces and you will have to live with that.’

Annabelle’s eyes darkened at once, so these men were from Usman? What had Indigo done to him? She wondered.

She hated herself for leading Indigo into this mess. But she was prepared to die, than for these men for find Indi.

‘I’d rather die than tell you where she is.’ Annabelle replied in a defiant voice.

Nkosi resisted the urge to give her another punch, the girl was deliberately pissing him off but he would ignore her till the end.

‘Why does Usman want her? His business is with me!’ Annabelle yelled. She was tired of being on her knees, but she knew that if she stood up, the thug would punch her again.

‘None of my business, I am only doing my job. Where can we find this friend of yours?’ Nkosi scanned the walls of her room for pictures, but he was not able to find any.