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Tired of Samantha drama

By | June 27th 2010

By Eric Mariwa

We were being robbed! Two of the men who walked in were ransacking the room and the third kept watch of the two of us. Nothing can be as embarrassing as remaining helpless, nude and cold, as strangers bully you.

One pinned me to the bed and gave me a disdainful look when I tried to persuade him I wouldn’t go anywhere without my clothes on.

All the while, I looked at Samantha who sat looking calm and speechless.

I prodded her to tell me who she thought the men were and all she did was squirm out of the grasp of her tormentor. I felt that she knew more than I did and I cringed at the thought this could be Levi’s way of paying back after their relationship hit the rocks.

After turning the house upside down, the bullies left but not before waving a menacing fist at my face.

"We will come back for you," one of them said.

I hurriedly got up, dressed and prepared to leave. I had a meeting to attend in the office and had to make the 10km drive from Kileleshwa to South C to clean up and change into fresh clothing.

Clearly, this was self-made trouble and I dreaded strolling into the meeting late and receiving the usual scolding from my boss, Eunice.

Open fly

I always wondered what pleasure she derived from berating us. Eunice is the typical quarrelsome, petty and egoistic woman. Though married, there were the usual whispers of a lover here and there.

Once there was word that she was having a thing with Sam. Of course he vehemently denied it, but that is a story for another day.

Anyway, I left Samantha still in a stupor and whizzed through town like a bullet to my house.

I got to the office on time. I noticed the furtive glances as I took my seat at the back of the room. It was like I had grown three heads, as Sam would say.

He quickly passed a note to me and in it he had written: ‘Your fly is open’.

I was utterly embarrassed. I zipped up my trousers as the meeting dragged on into mid-morning.

Vintage Eunice was at it again pushing the targets even higher and faulting us for under-achieving despite the fact that we had done our best in the face of the global economic meltdown.

I wondered how I would achieve those new targets with such a disorganised private life.

You see, Eunice has a gargantuan ego, an unwavering self-belief and she looks down her nose at us. That’s why we resent her meetings and loathe her in private.

As we rushed out of the meeting, I bumped into Hazel, the new sales intern who had apparently been assigned to shadow me for the next six months.

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