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CRIME AND ADVENTURE PART 3 At noon the next day, she called my line. “You can meet me at Genesis Restaurant in the next 20mins.” She said. “I can’t be at Genesis in 20mins!” I almost shouted on the phone. Who the fvck did she think she was speaking with? A bank security man? “How long will you take to get here?” She asked. I wanted to tell her she should come get her card, wanted to take charge and stress her a bit but somehow, her profile was starting to intimidate me. “I don’t know, but I will try and see if I will get there within the hour.” I said and she hung up. Her bluntness was annoying! It will be pretty nice to see her face and tell her how rude she’s been to the one person who found and tried contacting her for her lost card. As usual, there was no light in the house, the laptop battery was drained and I had nothing doing in this boring town. So I dressed up and headed to Genesis, one of the exotic restaurants in the town. Inside the car, I was wondering what the conversation with her would be like. She might actually change and be appreciative for once when she sees me. I was wrong. As I entered the restaurant, I dialed her number to inform her I had reached. She told me she had to run-off to see a friend and will be back to the restaurant in no time. I was so angry at myself. I asked why she didn’t inform me on time only to realize she had long cut the call. Well, I’m in it already, I can as well see it through. I thought to myself. The attendants at the restaurant approached me to take an order and I informed them I was waiting for a guest. I sat at a corner watching the tv show: keeping up with the kardeshians. It suited the moment as I tried to keep up with this annoying lady who had turned me into a delivery boy. Minutes turned to long frustrating hours before she finally showed. It was easy to recognize her from the pix I saw earlier. She was indeed gorgeous: richly dressed with expensive jewelry adorning her back neck and wrists. She had opulence written all over her. I watched her dial my number and I waved from the corner with my phone. She moved to my direction and sat opposite me. I couldn’t help but notice her sweet fragrance covered the entire room. She had a tiny gold nose-ring tucked in her nose. All of a sudden, I forgot all the rage that had been boiling inside me all through the day. “Hello, sorry for keeping you waiting.” She announced as she sat with a smile on her face. She introduced herself and I did too. “Why didn’t you drop the card like I requested?” She queried. “Because I’m not an errand boy.” I answered. She smiled, waved at the receptionist who came towards us. “What difference did it make bringing it to the hotel and bringing it here?” She asked. I told her it felt better handing it over to her. “Why? Isn’t it the same thing?” She pressed further. “Its not. Now I get to see your face and you’ll get to thank me in person for my good deed.” I answered. “I could have done that over the phone, I had your number.” She insisted. I then had to tell her it seemed rude and unappreciated asking me to drop it off. “Do you know that if the wrong hands had picked it up, you would have been robbed?” I asked, hoping my question will make her see reason. “The person will need a password.” She insisted, trying to play smart. At that moment, the receptionist came forward. She asked what I would take and I informed her. She placed an order and the receptionist left. “So you see, its not a big deal since the person will need a password.” She said. I thought for a while. She was trying to make my heroic quest look so common; like I didn’t have a choice. She was even smiling at her own wise sense. I had to spoil the fun for her. “1-9-7-9” I said. Her eyes lite in unbelief. She stared at me for some seconds. “That’s smart, how did you know that?” She asked. Now I was the one having the last laugh. “Let’s just say I have my ways.” I said, smiling at her. The look on her face gave me the satisfaction I needed. The receptionist brought the drinks and set them on the desk before us and left. She took a deep breathe and exhaled. “All I’m saying is that someone with half the wits I have could empty your account.” “How much do you think you could have withdrawn from the account?” She asked. “Per day!” She reminded me before I could alter a word. I thought about it for a while. She was right. The daily withdrawal limit was somewhere within 120k. It was obvious she wanted to proof her point by making my sincerity look common. I decided to indulge her. “120k” I answered. She couldn’t help but laugh out loud. It was obvious she was enjoying the challenge. “After one day’s withdrawal, I will receive alerts on my phone. Just a phone call and my account officer will deactivate the card.” She said with pride. “120k will still be a big deal.” I said, trying to get a soft landing. “I had taken 80k that day. So you’ll be left with 40k only until I deactivate the card. What will 40k do for you?” She asked. I looked silly and it gave her the satisfaction she had always wanted. “Well, a simple thank you would still be okk.” I eventually gave up. The look on her face was that of satisfaction. I wished I could smack the smile off her face. I brought out the card and handed it to her. “Thank you.” She finally said. “How did you know my password?” She asked again. “Well, it isn’t rocket science; people chose passwords they can easily remember. Its always the easy 1-2-3-4 or the birth year. Mine was a combination of my birthdate and year.” I informed her. “How did you know my birth year?” She asked again. I felt uneasy discussing how I had ransacked her facebook page for the details. It would be hard to prove I didn’t have any intention of robbing her after spending quality time digging up stuff about her. “Like I said, I did some digging.” I told her. She looked impressed. “You googled my name?” She asked. “Something like that.” It was obvious she was beginning to understand how I got her details. She shook her head lightly like she disapproved. “You are smart, and I like smart people.” She said. “What do you do?” She asked. I told her a little about myself; enough not to bore her. She seemed interested in all I had to stay. “What else did you find out about me when you googled?” She asked. It could have been a trick question so I thought carefully before answering. I told her about her beauty salons at Abuja, her children and her trips. She didn’t look surprised. She smiled at the end of it all. “Where did you stay for your trip at the United Arab Emirates?” I asked trying to make the conversation more lively. “Rotana hotel.” She answered. “Spent 3 weeks there.” She continued. “Where and where did you visit?” I asked again. “Everywhere.” She answered. “Saw the Burj Arab?” I asked again and her face lite up once more. “Yes! Have you been to the Emirate before?” She asked. “Yea, took some vacation early this year.” “Where did you stay?” She asked. “Ajman.” “That dry boring place?” She exclaimed. She was not wrong; Ajman was one of the least lively places at the UAE. Aside the beach, nothing peculiar about it. Dubai, Sharjah and Abu Dhabi had lots of fun places. “Why did you chose Ajman of all places?” She asked. “Accommodation was cheaper there. Moreover, it was just 15dirham from Ajman to Dubai, so I didn’t miss a thing.” I replied. We spent the next 30mins discussing about the Emirate: all the attracting tourist centres. She had visited all the places I had been to and many more. “Which of the places you visited enticed you most?” She asked. “Dubai Mall.” I answered. It was the best I had seen. One can easily spend the entire day at the mall without getting bored. “Then the Burj Arab.” I added. The Burj Arab hotel was exquisite. Built in the middle of the water, I was awed at its architecture. She told me of her exquisite stay at the Emirate. I could relate with all she had to say. UAE was a fine place no doubt; a place to enjoy most when you had the cash the spend. Unfortunately, I didn’t have much when I went there so I practically avoided the big places. Had to settle for clubs and cheap shopping centres like the Gift shop. When she was done, I told her of my adventure with a native girl. It was all I had to say after listening to long tales of her shopping experience. “You fvcked a native?” She asked in excitement. “You would have lost your dckk in the process!” She exclaimed. “I love adventures.” I told her with a smile. “That’s a crime! Not an adventure!” She was almost screaming and we both laughed. She was right, Emirati natives were adored at the UAE. You hardly see them; the guys much more their ladies. Anyone I tell the tale of my adventure with Aisha finds it hard to believe. I find it hard to believe myself. It was the most risky adventure I had taken in all my life. It left a bitter-sweet taste in my mouth and each time I think of her, I always yearn to return to the Emirate. “So you love adventure?” She asked. “Yes, life will be boring without them.” I answered, staring her in the eyes. “I love adventures too, and I like people who are adventurous too.” She announced. The receptionists brought the bill and she prompted to pay with the POS machine. The receptionist brought the machine and she brought another atm card for the payment. “How many more cards do you have?” I teased her after she had made the payment. “Just the two.” She answered with a smile on her face. “It would have been better you had just one.” I said. She asked why and I told her it would be better since she was always careless with cards. “I run three big shops in Abuja. I have strings of businesses and contacts all over the country. No one can take my dime!” She said categorically. ” I almost took your 40k”. I reminded her. “That’s all you could have taken. It will take a dozen of your kind to take anything more from me.” She boasted. I smiled at her. She was so sure of herself. What a proud arse! “I have four more days to spend in this city before I return to Abj; and I want to spend them with you.” She said categorically. “Why will I spend four days with you” I asked. “You will have the fun of your life and will forget all your past adventures.” She replied with a smile. I nodded my head with a smile. She smiled back at me, staring at me like she was seizing me up. While her mind was roaming in the adventure she was going to have in the next four days, I was calculating how much I was going to make from her proud arse in four days time. Game on! To be continuedCRIME AND ADVENTURE PART 3 Post Views: 1,068 IF YOU MISSED PART 2 CLICK HERE At noon the next day, she called my line. “You can meet me at Genesis Restaurant in the next 20mins.” She said. “I can’t be at Genesis in 20mins!” I almost shouted on the phone. Who the fvck did she think she was speaking with? A bank security man? “How long will you take to get here?” She asked. I wanted to tell her she should come get her card, wanted to take charge and stress her a bit but somehow, her profile was starting to intimidate me. “I don’t know, but I will try and see if I will get there within the hour.” I said and she hung up. Her bluntness was annoying! It will be pretty nice to see her face and tell her how rude she’s been to the one person who found and tried contacting her for her lost card. As usual, there was no light in the house, the laptop battery was drained and I had nothing doing in this boring town. So I dressed up and headed to Genesis, one of the exotic restaurants in the town. Inside the car, I was wondering what the conversation with her would be like. She might actually change and be appreciative for once when she sees me. I was wrong. As I entered the restaurant, I dialed her number to inform her I had reached. She told me she had to run-off to see a friend and will be back to the restaurant in no time. I was so angry at myself. I asked why she didn’t inform me on time only to realize she had long cut the call. Well, I’m in it already, I can as well see it through. I thought to myself. The attendants at the restaurant approached me to take an order and I informed them I was waiting for a guest. I sat at a corner watching the tv show: keeping up with the kardeshians. It suited the moment as I tried to keep up with this annoying lady who had turned me into a delivery boy. Minutes turned to long frustrating hours before she finally showed. It was easy to recognize her from the pix I saw earlier. She was indeed gorgeous: richly dressed with expensive jewelry adorning her back neck and wrists. She had opulence written all over her. I watched her dial my number and I waved from the corner with my phone. She moved to my direction and sat opposite me. I couldn’t help but notice her sweet fragrance covered the entire room. She had a tiny gold nose-ring tucked in her nose. All of a sudden, I forgot all the rage that had been boiling inside me all through the day. “Hello, sorry for keeping you waiting.” She announced as she sat with a smile on her face. She introduced herself and I did too. “Why didn’t you drop the card like I requested?” She queried. “Because I’m not an errand boy.” I answered. She smiled, waved at the receptionist who came towards us. “What difference did it make bringing it to the hotel and bringing it here?” She asked. I told her it felt better handing it over to her. “Why? Isn’t it the same thing?” She pressed further. “Its not. Now I get to see your face and you’ll get to thank me in person for my good deed.” I answered. “I could have done that over the phone, I had your number.” She insisted. I then had to tell her it seemed rude and unappreciated asking me to drop it off. “Do you know that if the wrong hands had picked it up, you would have been robbed?” I asked, hoping my question will make her see reason. “The person will need a password.” She insisted, trying to play smart. At that moment, the receptionist came forward. She asked what I would take and I informed her. She placed an order and the receptionist left. “So you see, its not a big deal since the person will need a password.” She said. I thought for a while. She was trying to make my heroic quest look so common; like I didn’t have a choice. She was even smiling at her own wise sense. I had to spoil the fun for her. “1-9-7-9” I said. Her eyes lite in unbelief. She stared at me for some seconds. “That’s smart, how did you know that?” She asked. Now I was the one having the last laugh. “Let’s just say I have my ways.” I said, smiling at her. The look on her face gave me the satisfaction I needed. The receptionist brought the drinks and set them on the desk before us and left. She took a deep breathe and exhaled. “All I’m saying is that someone with half the wits I have could empty your account.” “How much do you think you could have withdrawn from the account?” She asked. “Per day!” She reminded me before I could alter a word. I thought about it for a while. She was right. The daily withdrawal limit was somewhere within 120k. It was obvious she wanted to proof her point by making my sincerity look common. I decided to indulge her. “120k” I answered. She couldn’t help but laugh out loud. It was obvious she was enjoying the challenge. “After one day’s withdrawal, I will receive alerts on my phone. Just a phone call and my account officer will deactivate the card.” She said with pride. “120k will still be a big deal.” I said, trying to get a soft landing. “I had taken 80k that day. So you’ll be left with 40k only until I deactivate the card. What will 40k do for you?” She asked. I looked silly and it gave her the satisfaction she had always wanted. “Well, a simple thank you would still be okk.” I eventually gave up. The look on her face was that of satisfaction. I wished I could smack the smile off her face. I brought out the card and handed it to her. “Thank you.” She finally said. “How did you know my password?” She asked again. “Well, it isn’t rocket science; people chose passwords they can easily remember. Its always the easy 1-2-3-4 or the birth year. Mine was a combination of my birthdate and year.” I informed her. “How did you know my birth year?” She asked again. I felt uneasy discussing how I had ransacked her facebook page for the details. It would be hard to prove I didn’t have any intention of robbing her after spending quality time digging up stuff about her. “Like I said, I did some digging.” I told her. She looked impressed. “You googled my name?” She asked. “Something like that.” It was obvious she was beginning to understand how I got her details. She shook her head lightly like she disapproved. “You are smart, and I like smart people.” She said. “What do you do?” She asked. I told her a little about myself; enough not to bore her. She seemed interested in all I had to stay. “What else did you find out about me when you googled?” She asked. It could have been a trick question so I thought carefully before answering. I told her about her beauty salons at Abuja, her children and her trips. She didn’t look surprised. She smiled at the end of it all. “Where did you stay for your trip at the United Arab Emirates?” I asked trying to make the conversation more lively. “Rotana hotel.” She answered. “Spent 3 weeks there.” She continued. “Where and where did you visit?” I asked again. “Everywhere.” She answered. “Saw the Burj Arab?” I asked again and her face lite up once more. “Yes! Have you been to the Emirate before?” She asked. “Yea, took some vacation early this year.” “Where did you stay?” She asked. “Ajman.” “That dry boring place?” She exclaimed. She was not wrong; Ajman was one of the least lively places at the UAE. Aside the beach, nothing peculiar about it. Dubai, Sharjah and Abu Dhabi had lots of fun places. “Why did you chose Ajman of all places?” She asked. “Accommodation was cheaper there. Moreover, it was just 15dirham from Ajman to Dubai, so I didn’t miss a thing.” I replied. We spent the next 30mins discussing about the Emirate: all the attracting tourist centres. She had visited all the places I had been to and many more. “Which of the places you visited enticed you most?” She asked. “Dubai Mall.” I answered. It was the best I had seen. One can easily spend the entire day at the mall without getting bored. “Then the Burj Arab.” I added. The Burj Arab hotel was exquisite. Built in the middle of the water, I was awed at its architecture. She told me of her exquisite stay at the Emirate. I could relate with all she had to say. UAE was a fine place no doubt; a place to enjoy most when you had the cash the spend. Unfortunately, I didn’t have much when I went there so I practically avoided the big places. Had to settle for clubs and cheap shopping centres like the Gift shop. When she was done, I told her of my adventure with a native girl. It was all I had to say after listening to long tales of her shopping experience. “You fvcked a native?” She asked in excitement. “You would have lost your dckk in the process!” She exclaimed. “I love adventures.” I told her with a smile. “That’s a crime! Not an adventure!” She was almost screaming and we both laughed. She was right, Emirati natives were adored at the UAE. You hardly see them; the guys much more their ladies. Anyone I tell the tale of my adventure with Aisha finds it hard to believe. I find it hard to believe myself. It was the most risky adventure I had taken in all my life. It left a bitter-sweet taste in my mouth and each time I think of her, I always yearn to return to the Emirate. “So you love adventure?” She asked. “Yes, life will be boring without them.” I answered, staring her in the eyes. “I love adventures too, and I like people who are adventurous too.” She announced. The receptionists brought the bill and she prompted to pay with the POS machine. The receptionist brought the machine and she brought another atm card for the payment. “How many more cards do you have?” I teased her after she had made the payment. “Just the two.” She answered with a smile on her face. “It would have been better you had just one.” I said. She asked why and I told her it would be better since she was always careless with cards. “I run three big shops in Abuja. I have strings of businesses and contacts all over the country. No one can take my dime!” She said categorically. ” I almost took your 40k”. I reminded her. “That’s all you could have taken. It will take a dozen of your kind to take anything more from me.” She boasted. I smiled at her. She was so sure of herself. What a proud arse! “I have four more days to spend in this city before I return to Abj; and I want to spend them with you.” She said categorically. “Why will I spend four days with you” I asked. “You will have the fun of your life and will forget all your past adventures.” She replied with a smile. I nodded my head with a smile. She smiled back at me, staring at me like she was seizing me up. While her mind was roaming in the adventure she was going to have in the next four days, I was calculating how much I was going to make from her proud arse in four days time. Game on! To be continued elopement wedding dress