I met Brenda 3 months ago. She was newly employed into our firm. Though it’s normal for old staff to familiarize with new ones just to make them feel comfortable my reason for going close to Brenda was entirely different.
I didn’t love her rather there was something I wanted to find out about her.
She was employed with ordinary OND qualification and was the least qualified of all who applied for that job.
But it would amaze you more that not only did she get employed, her employment letter was back dated with 5 years and all the salaries she would have received in those 5 years including allowances and promotions were given to her.
“Who is this Brenda?” I thought to myself.
“What did she do and who did she sleep with to get all these?”
2 weeks into her resumption, she was given another promotion letter. That made her a manager of my rank.
It was then I really proposed in my heart to find the root of Brenda’s connections. ….I am a runs girl. I know the inner caucus of getting what you want with what you have but never ever have I experienced what Brenda experienced.
I went to the CEO who I had slept with over 5 times just to beg him for promotions of which he failed me most of the time just because he didn’t want a scandal in his name.
I booked a night with him just to persuade him to tell me all Brenda had done, if he had been sleeping with her and if she was better than me but he kept saying she did nothing and that he just knew deep down that she deserved it despite her low qualification.
I became more furious so I started going closer to her. I got her gifts, I paid her visits, I invited her to the movies with me, I was so caring to her etc and in no time we became very close friends …
As I did all those, I was very observant just to pick out facts and tips about her life.
So one day I asked her “How did you do it Brenda? Tell me the secret…”
At first she didn’t seem to understand so I explained further by asking her how she got employed in the first place and how she got the company to do all those great stuff for her”
She smiled and replied, ” Oh! That? I belong to the Supreme class of the society girl”
I didn’t say a word after that. My jealousy grew after that statement. I knew that we had the third class, middle class, and first class, so what did she mean by supreme class? To me I felt she was showing off and trying to tell me she’s a lot better than me a Masters Holder. So I planned to kill her… I tried to poison her twice. The first time, I got food from an eatery, placed the poison inside and gave it to her at the office. She ate the food but after about 5 minutes she threw up.
I wasn’t there but she told me the next day that the food I got from the eatery had a nasty taste and that it made her throw up. She advices me not to get anything from that eatery for her again.
So the next time I used a bottle of drink. I made home made juice from my house and took some to her one particular Saturday.
She drank it and after waiting for about 10 minutes to ensure that she didn’t throw up, I left. I was so excited that I couldn’t wait till Monday to get the “good news” of her death.
That morning I rushed to work very early. I was so sure that she may had died in her house unnoticed so I began to tell my colleagues at work that had I sensed something wrong had happened to Brenda and that they should call to confirm her wellbeing.
Out of curiosity they called and Boom! her lines were switched off. There was chaos everywhere as they started to enquire if anyone knew where she lived. One of them said she knows I visit Brenda often but I denied it. I told her that we only meet in eateries and special locations. Work resumed by 8am and Brenda hadn’t showed up yet. At around 10 am we saw someone like Brenda running in. She was all sweaty and panting all the way.
Everyone hailed me for having a sensitive spirit. Some called “Spiro” others called me “prophetess”. It was obvious that something had gone wrong with Brenda. Well, what ever it was, I didn’t expect to see her alive. In short, I was highly disappointed.
I was so cold towards her. I heard her tell other colleagues that she had come late because of a traffic jam and that she had to trek a far distance in other to meet up. She also said that her phone had generated a fault over the weekend and was currently with a phone repairer which made her line unavailable.
I wasn’t my self through out that day. So the next Saturday, I paid her another visit.
This time I opened up to her. I told her everything and begged for her forgiveness. This was what she told me:
“I am not aware of all you have been doing against me but what I said is the truth not a show off. I belong to the Supreme Class.
In the society we have 3rd class, 2nd class and 1st class but there is a more superior class but only few people operate there. In that class we don’t get anything by merit because we are far above the systems of the society. We are not limited to our pay check. We don’t work for money rather money comes to us. We can buy and fix anything without paying for it. Yes it sounds impossible and that is the reason why only few people operate at this class.