Indigo (Shade of a golden heart) - Season 3 - Episode 15

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Indigo (Shade of a golden heart) - Season 3 - Episode 15

Moremi was still not over the shock of Phillip’s rejection. His little b---h of a sister had been right that he had another woman in his life. She had been too careless and confident, and now she would ruin everything.

She had found it difficult to sleep, as thoughts of her lovemaking with Phillip kept replaying in her mind.

She had offered herself to him, but he had rejected and shamed her. She had tried reaching his line, but whenever she called, he declined her calls.

‘F--k him,’ she rose out of bed and rushed for her phone.

No man could use her and make her feel inferior. She wasn’t the type to cling too much to a man, but she would to this one. Once she was able to steal the deeds of the land and hand them over to Usman, who would wipe his brother’s name off and replace it with his’, he job would be complete. And she would have no need for Phillip.

She had set up a meeting by 9pm with Usman, who had suggested his home. She couldn’t wait to meet up with Usman and tell him everything Phillip had said.

Once she had the upper hand in this game, Phillip would come crawling to her bed and she would do to him whatever she wished.

She had already promised the Austrian company, Mack Engineering that the place where their workers would stay would be ready soon. She had to work hard, and the only way to do that was to trick Phillip and pressure him to start the renovation.

She grabbed a dark green T- shirt from her wardrobe and slipped it on, she had to tell Usman everything that was happening, so he would prepare himself.

A frown settled upon Usman’s face as she stared at Phillip’s latest addition to his mobile uploads on Facebook. He recognized his brother’s house anytime, the dark green wall paint which was usually accompanied by milky white stripes had been replaced by a beautiful mix of yellow and pink.

As an architect, he could recognize the work of an interior designer whenever he saw one. This work was perfect, and it was done by one Indigo Hassan, as indicated in the photo caption.

‘Indigo Hassan,’ Usman was tempted to Google the name. He surprised that his brother had not said anything about redesigning the Hajjo residence, as he usually awarded that contract to him.

Something was wrong, Moremi was right about Phillip wanting to fire him and he couldn’t wait for her arrival.

They had a lot of things to discuss.

His brother had taken the land away, he had mounted two giant structures and wasn’t ready to forfeit them. Usman realized that he had another enemy, his brother was the one that would pay for his sins.

It didn’t take long before Moremi drove into his compound. She stepped out of the car and rushed towards the veranda where Usman was sitting, wearing a frown that made his face very unattractive.

‘Hello there,’ She climbed the three steps that elevated the veranda, holding on tightly to the balusters.

Usman didn’t look up, his eyes were still on the picture.

‘What did he say about my job? He needed to know where he stood with Phillip.
Moremi had not expected he would welcome her with questions, ‘Um, Can we go inside?’ She asked.

‘Nope, we talk here or we are done.’ Usman rose to his feet.

‘I tried to talk to him, he wanted to fire you but I was able to make a deal.’ She played with her fingers, hoping Usman would understand that she didn’t have much of a choice.

Usman was slightly relieved, but he wondered, ‘What condition?’

She blinked and looked away, ‘He wants to hire someone as supervisor, while you play the assistant under strict monitoring.’
A dry laugh escaped his lips, this was a very good joke.

‘Comic relief,’ Usman couldn’t believe his ears.

‘I am serious! I tried my best to convince him otherwise, but he wouldn’t listen. I think it is time you speak to him. He knows you are his biological father, so what are you waiting for?’ Moremi suggested, but Usman wasn’t having any of it.

They had agreed that she would do everything possible to keep him on that project, why had she failed in fulfilling her part of the deal?

‘Who is Indigo Hassan?’ He offered her his phone, so he could see the photo that Phillip had just uploaded.

A chill ran down Moremi’s spine as she stared at the sophisticated and beautifully painted walls of the Hajjo Residence. Only an architect could do this, an interior designer to be specific.

She had to wonder if Phillip gone ahead to hire someone without her knowledge.
‘I don’t think…’she was going to tell Usman that she had no idea who bore that name when something clicked in her brain.

Suddenly, she recalled that her once clumsy maid, Indigo Hassan was a third year architecture student. Could she still be the same person to repaint the walls?

‘No.’ Moremi quickly shook her head. Indigo was clumsy and useless, there wasn’t any was she could pull this one off. It had to be a coincidence.

Usman who’d been watching her face closely for answers noticed she was fighting an inner battle.

‘Do you know this Indigo Hassan?’ He bit his lip.

Moremi shook her head, ‘I don’t think I do, but not to worry. I have to convince Phillip to keep you as the supervisor.’ She wondered how she would accomplish this mission.
Usman scoffed, ‘Are you sure you still have a grip over Phillip?’ He could see fear and uncertainty in her eyes, and he was beginning to doubt if Moremi still had his son curled round her little finger.

Moremi averted his eyes, feeling embarrassed that her s£duct!on of Phillip hadn’t turned out well. She had expected him to fall in love with her all over again, like he always did in the past.

Instead, she had been faced with a behavior she had not envisaged. Moremi couldn’t let Usman know what had transpired between her and Phillip, she still had her plans to get Phillip underneath her feet.

‘Of course I do, we both know he is a very strong willed person.’ She flashed a confident smile.

Usman shrugged, ‘How about the deeds of the land? When are you planning to get that from him?’

Moremi cringed inwardly at the thought of failing. There were so many things she had to do, yet Phillip wasn’t available to her. How would she achieve all of their plans?

‘Be patient Usman, I know what I am doing. Once I get those deeds, I will pressure him to start the renovation process. I am still in charge.’ She wouldn’t let Usman undermine her authority.

He was irked by her arrogance, but one thing was for sure: ‘If you fail to convince my son to keep me as the supervisor of this project, whatever we make from this deal, I am having 70%.’

Moremi chuckled, maybe she hadn’t heard him well. They had already agreed that she was taking a greater chunk of the profit.

‘I guess you’re joking Usman Hajjo.’ She drawled his name mockingly.

‘Do I look like I am joking? The land in question belongs to me. My brother stole it when I travelled outside the country. I should be giving you the crumbs from the table considering that the plot which these buildings were raised belongs to me.’ He had to go back in history, so she could understand he was in charge.

She ignored his lengthy explanation.
‘I am the one on Phillip’s side. I am the one who will bring the Mack Engineering firm and all of the workers to the buildings. Who do you think is at greater risk should something happen?’ She saw Usman for who he truly was, a greedy b-----d.

‘One more thing,’ she waved a finger over his face. She quickly explained to Usman, the need to provide the items which his men had stolen from Mr. Barf, before it was too late.

To this, Usman had nothing to offer in return, he simply stared at her face.